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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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Yes I do. When I was born my dad was in the Second World War for six years. My mother brought up her three children alone and went out to work. My grandmother also worked at the school cooking meals and helped with our care too. So I was brought up with strong females who were not afraid to work hard. When my dad came home from the war, my parents bought a small farm. Dad also went to work at the family printers. The chores all had to be done on the farm before and after school, even on Christmas Day. There were no gifts until the work was all done. As I’ve mentioned before in my blog, my mother became bedridden when I was fifteen and I and my brother, who was only seventeen, ran the family grocery store. My husband and I, before we married, bought a house when we were only eighteen. For three years we renovated that old place before moving in when we wed, aged 21. At 28 we emigrated to Perth Australia where we knew no one. A year after arriving we had twins to add to our three year old daughter. So with no family help it was a lot of hard work. I liked the fact I didn’t mind hard work. Ive always found it satisfying.  |
My pet peeves? I have a few. The first one is reserved for people who drop litter. I can’t understand it! Why? How can anyone buy a coffee and a takeaway meal, consume it in a park, in their car or even while having a picnic, then simply walk away and leave the rubbish on the ground! It’s beyond my understanding. Each day on my walk with my dog I pick up litter and place it in the bins. Now my blood is boiling.🥵 Okay, calming down. Peeve number two. People who speak loudly on their phones while on public transport. I don’t need to know that he/she has just been to the doctors and the diagnosis! Peeve three. Swearing in public, especially from young people who are simply out to shock the ones who are in earshot. I think that’s about it, really. I may sound as if I feel as if Im perfect. Far from it. I simply dislike people who annoy those who just want to get on with their day without having to listen to private conversations or tripping over garbage on the street. |
Prompt:4 Do you feel that you are a good communicator? I am an excellent communicator. How did that happen? I wonder that myself because I was dreadfully shy when a child. I suppose being good at communicating was foisted upon me. I simply had to talk to people all day long after my mother became bedridden for over a year. My brother was seventeen and I was fifteen years old when her illness struck. We owned a family grocery store and my brother worked there with Mum. Dad and my other brother worked at the family printing firm. I was still at school, but had to leave to help in the store. From then on I did the ordering, serving and cleaning. I even cooked chickens in our kitchen for customers. That was many years before ready cooked chicken shops were even thought of. I suppose I may have been a forerunner of KFC! I have always been in customer service, speaking, communicating has been my life. Now retired and living in Australia, a mother, grandmother and great-grandmother five times over, I no longer have to communicate to customers. However I still communicate to my family how much they all mean to me. To my friends I let them know I care what happens to them and they say I make them laugh. To my husband of 57 years I hope I communicate my love. |
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