tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45918623449243196062024-02-20T18:32:20.393-08:00sunteamsunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-90748470888238067082018-06-02T19:48:00.001-07:002018-06-02T19:49:49.569-07:00The end of a life well lived and the end of a blogThis is sunteam's son, J writing to let everyone/anyone that is keeping up to date with this blog, that unfortunately on the 12th of April she was crossing the road and was hit by a car. She died shortly afterward. D and I were shocked to begin with, but we are learning to cope.<br />
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There will be no more posts on this blog.<br />
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I know mum would use this as an emotional outlet sometimes, and I am glad for that.<br />
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Jsunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-22128012693716975062018-01-28T17:55:00.001-08:002018-01-28T17:55:38.902-08:00Quite unique arrgh!<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unique is an absolute, like pregnant. Either is or is not. Like pregnancy there may be a period of time in which the condition is unknown. In the first few days no one knows if a baby is on the way, no one knows whether the something exists elsewhere or has been done before.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you want to modify pregnant or unique (because you aren't certain of the situation), use likely, possibly, probably.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quit quite! </span>sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-69322976573592387812017-09-25T19:02:00.002-07:002017-09-25T19:02:23.620-07:0010 commandments revelation!<br />
I'm teaching Sunday School at our Presbyterian church this month. (several of us take turns to teach for a month at a time throughout the year at different age levels.) I decided to look at the Ten Commandments with my 5 to 8 year-olds. Most of these children would have met the commandments in the preschool class but I thought that would be good to get them to think more deeply about them. <br />
I wanted to show them that different wording can be used to convey the same instructions and prohibitions. In preparation for this I looked up the internet to get different versions, Imagine my horror when I saw that Catholic versions have mucked around with them! No. 9 is not the prohibition against lying. I avoided those ones and just picked versions that were compatible with my Good News version.<br />
In further preparation I borrowed 'Salt and light' by Mark P. Shea - it is a paperback on the Commandments, the Beatitudes and a joyful life. Just the ticket I thought as I plucked it from the library shelf, and it is!<br />
Chapter 1.5 bought me great relief. Catholics have not deleted commandments, they are all there.<br />
The original Hebrew didn't enumerate them, so we can count not making idols and worshiping them as separate from No. 1: worship only God or we can include it in. Likewise coveting your neighbour's spouse can be separate or included in with coveting your neighbour's belongings. <br />
The Catholic church chose to divvy them up one way, Protestants another, no big deal.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-5875336851809507762017-02-10T13:21:00.000-08:002017-02-10T13:21:06.870-08:00Title: Every day<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Title: Every day</span><br />
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sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-84266294473463443042016-08-21T18:37:00.002-07:002016-08-21T18:37:15.914-07:00Poisoned thumbWhilst levering the nut out of a macadamia shell I must have trapped some nut meat beneath my right thumb nail. The thumb became odd looking and painful. Foolishly I went to the local chemist, showed the sales assistant my thumb and was talked into buying fungal treatment and told that it might take a week or more to work. <br />
My thumb got worse,swelling and turning grey at the end. The merest touch would make me shriek with pain and it throbbed in a tedious manner. Paracetamol barely took the edge off the pain enough to let me sleep.<br />
Fortunately I got an appointment with a doctor first thing on Monday morning. Not my usual G.P. but by then I was contemplating cutting my thumb off, so a competent and empathetic doctor was a good choice. She quickly diagnosed bacterial infection, removed some of the pus, bandaged me up and gave me prescriptions for pain relief and antibiotics. Oh the relief!<br />
I went back to the surgery every couple of days to have the wound drained and re bandaged (each nurse has a different technique to bandage a thumb). It took more than two weeks to clear completely. Just as well I was on annual leave, visiting the doctor so often takes time.<br />
Lessons learnt: Roast macadamias, the nut just falls out of the shell when cracked.<br />
Don't muck around with infections, they are most likely to be bacterial Look after my thumbs, it is difficult to do ANYTHING when the right thumb is out of action,oppose-able thumbs make us independent humans.<br />
Zombies walk around, grey skinned and with arms outstretched and moaning because they are in great pain.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-19183036802709375652014-12-11T14:22:00.001-08:002014-12-11T14:22:35.494-08:00driving ettiquiteMy son has just achieved his restricted driving licence - this means that he can drive alone or with us, with a curfew of 10.00pm. The testing is very tough, I suspect many drivers on the roads today would not pass the practical. We are both a bit critical of those on the road who are not up to standard with their indicating.<br />
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Two commandments apply to driving - be kind and be informative. (They also apply elsewhere in life)<br />
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The kindness is in letting cars into a stream of traffic, particularly if they have been sitting at the exit of a side road for some time, giving lots of space and time for a learner driver to complete a manouvre, letting a vehicle coming the other way through a smallish gap first....sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-66876471369414702852014-12-11T14:20:00.001-08:002014-12-11T14:20:55.938-08:00black dog versus trollSome depressives describe being followed by a black dog. This metaphor doesn't ring true for me at all. both the black Labradors that I have known; Bronson and Leroy have been cheerful and comforting personalities. My depression metaphor was a troll, an malignant presence who stole my contentment.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-16832430499635675322013-08-28T20:21:00.000-07:002013-08-28T20:21:00.210-07:00cheetah gemsI visited the two cheetah that reside at Auckland Zoo. They are not disdainful of human admirers, more indifferent to them. Lions might be called regal and tigers majestic; cheetahs are something else, something lighter but very special. They are lithe and muscular, focused and dainty. As we walked through the near empty zoo, they were alert but relaxed. A feral chook came just a little too close, a burst of action nearly saw the end of that bird, Anubis only slowed at little by the woman on the other end of his lead. Only male cheetah are selected to be 'ambassadors' to have such close interaction with members of the public. This is becasue they are even-tempered, apparently the females get irritable and unpredictable at certain times of the month. We accompained the chhetah back to their encloseure wherer they had breakfast of bunnies and bit of wild, culled horse.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-72788113031398073752013-08-28T20:08:00.001-07:002013-08-28T20:08:06.348-07:00cheetah magicMy husband and son bought me a cheetah experience for Christmas, but it wasn't until the 11th of July that I could use it. Worth the wait! I got to the Auckland Zoo early, the time with the cheetah starts at 8.00am and lasts for 1 1/2 hours so that we had the zoo practically to ourselves. There was one other person, a young woman on the tour with me, four zoo staff and 2 cheetah. Anubis and Osiris are twins, orphaned early and have spent all their lives in zoos. They led us around the zoo grounds, into the elephant enclosure (Burma wasn't out of bed at the time), to look out at the skateboarders and geese in Western Springs, to look at the traffic along Motions Road, through the Vetinerary Dept, past the NZ birds free flight area and back to their enclosure. Although they were on leads, Anubis and Osiris were in charge of where we went. They have mastered the 1000 metre stare, looking into the distance, sometimes right over my shoulder. They leapt up onto rocks and tables ti improve their view, but also to allow us to stoke them. One of them has a short mohawk sort of mane, the other has more belly fur. The large dark brown spots and interspersed with smaller lighter spots. Their toenails don't retract, they look a bit like dogs' nails (very sturdy). Their ears are expressive whilst the rest of their face remains still. Their eyes are dark brown with a round pupil (unlike night-hunting cats with a slit pupil)sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-74117275950541633122012-12-18T12:22:00.000-08:002012-12-18T12:22:38.745-08:00loop recorder<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have a weird condition which means that I check out for about 30 seconds every so often. On average once every two months. That said, it can either be a year between blackouts or less than a month. Being unconscious for such a short time doesn't seem such a big thing, but once when driving I caused an accident, fortunately everyone was wearing seat belts and I wasn't driving very fast. My mother in the passenger seat thought that I had died, it was pretty scary for her. Usually I just drop whilst walking, then pick myself up quickly and carry on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This condition has lots of names: blackouts,vasovagal syncope, drop attacks, swooning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On Thursday the 13th December 2012 I finally went into North shore Hospital for an operation to get a loop recorder. Over the 5 years that I have been a victim of the drop attacks the various doctors that I've seen have not come up with any diagnosis. No diagnosis; no treatment; no cure. The loop recorder monitors my heartbeat and if my heart stops during an attack (as I think it does), the device will note that too. It is the size of a flash drive and will go just under the skin over my trapeezus muscle</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mum drove me down to the hospital, so anxious for me that we got there at 6.55 for the 7.30 appointment.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was taken in to the ward, asked to undress and given a "delightful" gown. 3 nurses fussed over me, checking my identity, lack of breakfast, drug-freeness, allergy status plus washing my left breast and shoulder. A 'lure' was inserted into my right elbow joint, and sticky domes placed over me seemingly randomly. A little later I walked into the operating theatre. Everyone masked and gowned and the room slightly chilly. It was odd to be lying there with nothing to do, whilst everyone else was busy. A nurse washed me yet again, twice. They plugged me into various monitors measuring heartbeat and oxygen level.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gave me a slightly painful local anaesthetic, pumped some sedation into me through the lure and dropped a paper sheet over my face making sure that there was air space in front of me. I was totally out to it, came to to find the incision already glued together, plastic bandage over it. They wheeled me back to the ward and I dozed for an hour. The nurses bought me water, coffee and very welcome club sandwiches. I waited for another half hour than Mum came to pick me up at just after 11.00 am</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span>sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-56468001085108379712011-07-03T16:38:00.000-07:002012-06-26T21:32:31.509-07:00Trial underwayThe defendant is accused of dealing in large amounts of Methamphetamine in a role which puts him as a wholesaler. As presented by the prosecution he has little to do with manufacture of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Meth</span> or smuggling of the raw <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ingredients</span> into NZ. He is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">businessman</span> and his transactions could be of any product were it not for the secrecy involved.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-6467618786204461182011-07-03T16:23:00.000-07:002011-07-03T16:38:04.667-07:00Jury compositionThe selection process for juries has worked wonderfullly well in the case of this jury. We are a very representative group of New Zealanders. There is a 50 year age range, half a dozen races and grat diversity of occupations. Most of us speak out and are confident either to ask questions or to give our opinions though one man only ventured to speak when he was directly asked to present his view. We return to the seats that we chose when we first entered the jury room eash time we go there for morning and afternoon tea, just as we take th same seats in the jury box in the courtroom. One of our number is consistantly late in the morning, always the last to arrive and once even holding up the court from starting!sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-36164389872547169302010-08-30T17:01:00.000-07:002010-08-30T17:10:20.074-07:00cellphone transcriptionsThe case really begins. we are given notepaper and pens, logbooks of comings and goings outside a factory gate, and a huge folder of cellphone transcriptions. We each quietly count the number of pages (over 300) and estimate how long it will take to get through them all.<br />A recording of the 'phone conversation is played. We can hear comprehension. anger, confusion from these but as they are held in several foreign languages we don't get any of the content. This is remedied by a policeman reading the transcripts aloud to us, as we follow in our own copies. He has a very prosaic voice.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-37387953081323840072010-08-11T16:24:00.000-07:002010-08-11T16:50:11.582-07:00new courtroom, same juryBack in the High Court we each are taken to a new, modern courtroom. the 'staff' introduce themselves and their roles. The judge a kindly, older man thanks us for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">our</span> attendance and makes various reassuring remarks. The registrar a formal, Indian man is our guide in court matters and ushers us in and out of the jury room and hands our the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">evidence</span> folders to us. There are two prosecution lawyers and one defence. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Prosecution</span> are in front of the defence lawyer, who is in turn in front of his client, who is accompanied by a police/prison officer. The clerk of the court sits near the judge and records proceedings. We, the jury are on the judge's left, straight across from us is the witness box. Judge, registrar and lawyers are all in black gowns.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-8007388845265680372010-07-26T16:19:00.000-07:002010-07-26T16:42:18.314-07:00new juryGetting to the court is a breeze, I just get my usual bus but stay on for two more stages. this trial is at the high court, I havn't been here before. It is a grand old building (built in the 1800's) on one side, a late 20th C building on the other, connected by a glass roof over the old courtyard. The jury assembly room is half full when I arrive, give my name to the clerk and sit. (No checking that we are who we say we are, guess no one tries to infiltrate a jury) the room fills up and we are shown a DVD of court proceedure. the staff are all very reassuring, they know that for each of us it is all new. The names of people present are in a octaginal box on a spindle, the clerk gives it a spin, opens the door on it and calls out a name, that person gets a card indicating which courtroom they are to go to. I'm one of 40 selected for courtroom 1. We are told that we are lucky, it is the original courtroom, not much used these days but trials are still in progress in other courtrooms. We form a long crocodile after the clerk to a magnificent room, a little like a victorian church, and as cold as charity. We sit at the back of the room and the octaginal box is spun again to select the jury. As names are called people walk slowly to the jury box while the lawyers frantically look at their papers for info on these potential jurors. 3 older pakeha men are challenged and I'm called 12th and last, not challenged.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-13319188728163782392010-07-20T22:09:00.000-07:002010-08-11T16:24:17.063-07:0012 jurors or is that 13?The 12 of us jurors are sent out to this very cold, bare room to decide who is to be foreman. Having learnt from before, I wait for someone else to start talking. One of us introduces himself and the rest follow.. then wait...most of us have been on juries before, nobody <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wants</span> to be pushy, we will be together for weeks. A young bloke volunteers and we agree happily. Then one young woman says that she has a placement due in the next couple of weeks, if she doesn't go her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">graduation</span> will be postponed for 6 months. Several of us say she must ask the judge if she can be excused, it is unreasonable for her life to be on hold for so long. We all troop back into the courtroom and she talks to the judge briefly, he does excuse her. Fortunately the remainder of the jury pool is still there. Another juror is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">balloted</span> and because we are technically a new jury we go back to the little room, confirm our choice of foreman and return to the courtroom. We are then dismissed for the rest of the day and the next, unit a more modern and comfortable courtroom is available.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-37781353615322087732010-07-14T22:56:00.000-07:002010-07-14T23:03:50.123-07:002nd juryTwo, maybe three years ago I was on another jury. The 12 of us sat in the room off the courtroom to decide who was to be foreman. We all sat there like bumps on a log until I asked who had been on a jury before, who had chaired a meeting. Mumbled replies, then I was nominated chair! The trial was a sexual violation case, not too terrible as such things go. We reached a unanimous verdict. At the start of deliberations I asked that we didn't express opinions on guilt or otherwise until we had collectively looked at discrepancies with the evidence. this took some time but we arrived at an unanimous verdict of guilty. I was quite nervous standing up in courtroom at the end, announcing our verdict.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-991087790308628912010-07-14T17:26:00.000-07:002010-07-14T17:44:09.089-07:00request to attendI've received a jury summons in the post. This is my 4th, and I've been on 2 juries. The first jury that I sat on was a bit of a disaster. A woman was caught smuggling drugs into the country. several kilos were hidden in the lining of her enormous suitcase. The question that we faced was did she know that they were there? Unfortunately some of the jury had decided before they heard the evidece that she was guilty and some had decided that she was innocent. We could not reach a verdict. the judge declared a hung jury, we were released and I STILL don't know if she was an incredibly naive dupe or an unlucky courier, I suspect the latter.<br /><br />In this blog about jury service, I will not mention any names or give identifying information about the trial.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-11157724835824152722010-05-17T22:15:00.000-07:002010-05-17T22:25:13.443-07:00Final daysThe end of term approaches! The end of the time that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CofU</span> is with us is nigh! Jason asked us if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">CofU</span> could stay with us until the 1st Tuesday of the holidays. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">said</span> that there would be a mutiny at home if he did. D, J and myself were counting down the days until his departure, thinking that it would be either Thursday night or Friday morning. Jason then said that he would leave us on the last Tuesday of term. Subdued rejoicing. Come 6.00pm on the day and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">CofU</span> hadn't been picked up. I rang Jason who had shifted house that day and forgotten all about him. We had a last meal together, then dropped <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">CofU</span> off at the new place he was staying, which was the home of his maths teacher.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-28292092485116523882010-05-17T22:07:00.000-07:002010-05-17T22:14:54.834-07:00Insults given and takenI have the impression that people think that I'm likeable and easy to get along with, so I was quite taken aback when CofU said I was "illnatured". That comment hurt, perhaps more than was reasonable, his opinion doesn't have much value, and might have even bean a misunderstanding. In return I've told him (under provocation) that he is tactless and has a thick head. I'm ashamed that I lost my cool and said these even if they are true.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-86476023149755901432010-05-17T21:57:00.000-07:002010-05-18T17:40:49.927-07:00Tattle tale<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CofU</span> came to me and said that D had said a bad word, F***. Not rising to the bait I calmly said it was a bad word and that he must have been provoked to use it. I later asked D for the full story, he told me that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">CofU </span>walking across the lounge had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">inadvertently</span> stepped <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">against</span> a power cord that was supplying D's laptop, pulling it out. D lost the last 1/2 hour's work. no wonder he was a bit upset. Why did <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">CofU</span> tell me just part of the story, to make trouble between D and myself? He also infallibly tells me if J is watching TV and using a computer at the same time, something I dislike.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-88963210360286522712010-05-17T21:39:00.000-07:002010-05-17T21:57:12.502-07:00The lion can roar!We all had to be out of the house early for some mornings. D and C to work and J to ride to school. CofU didn't need to go to school so early, but had to be out of the house at the same time as ther rest of us. He tended to leave getting dressed into his school uniform until after breakfast, that's OK but on Tuesday morning he was still waltzing around ununiformed with just moments to gg before I needed to lock the door behind us. I'd explained the urgency and instructed him to dress. I was filling lunch-boxes in the kitchen when I heard a roar from the hallway, D laying down the law to CofU in no uncertain terms. J and I looked at each other "glad he ahs never yelled at me like that". CofU got dressed in record time and scuttled out the door.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-13106793311495331042010-05-11T18:37:00.000-07:002010-05-11T18:56:12.563-07:00winding upNever say that CofU doesn't understand how to wind up some one. He has realised that it really irritates me if he calls someone 'pig woman'. So he does it, sometimes just saying the words over and over quietly but audibly. Urghh! He hs asked about Queen Elizabeth, about her prettiness and usefulness. I'm not much of a royalist, but his attitude has bought out a stong defence of her in me. He has expressed a desire to kill her, a joke, I think, but if anything happens to her, he will be the first I think of as being responsibile. <br /><br />For J he says 'tchh' with a little snear on his face whenever J speaks. It drives J wild!<br /><br />CofU suggests that D could sell his lovingly restored enigne for lots of money. Realising that this engine is valuable to D, but maybe not so worthy to anyone else. He thinks of the price of everything but doesn't see non-monetary value.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-86403668086115064502010-03-29T19:16:00.000-07:002010-03-29T19:42:02.163-07:00no friendCofU had arranged to meet a friend in the school grounds on Saturday at 2.00. Fair enough. J and I went with hime to the school to also meet the friend and find out where they were going and what the intended to do. The friend never showed up. J and I were intending to go to some shops about 15 mins away and we insisted that CofU come with us, D wasn't going to be home all afternoon and might have already left. After waiting 20 minutes, we left, CofU protesting all the way, loudly. Then he started niggling a J. J lost it. After some shouting we marched down to the shops in silence. J first, then me, CofU trailing.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591862344924319606.post-28676777129966096292010-03-29T19:08:00.000-07:002010-03-29T19:16:43.356-07:00How to insult people and make enemiesYes it is possible to annoy someone within moments of meeting them, if you make fun of their name, interrupt them when they are speaking with an inane question or comment, or tell them that their home country's economy is very bad. All done by CofU, and more that once.sunteamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718739937163780255noreply@blogger.com0