Grandad March 27th, 2009
A lot of you have submitted problems to the Ask Grandad page [except, of course Brianf who doesn’t understand what a form is].
I had no idea so many of you had problems, or indeed the severity of them.
I know you are all desperate for solutions, but I’m afraid you will have to wait. If I answered them as they arrived, things would get scrappy, so I think the best thing to do is to chose a day of the week which I can dedicate as my surgery day.
Is everyone free on Sundays?
Grandad March 27th, 2009
One of the things that one learns as one grows older is to be patient.
Young people nowadays can’t seem to wait for anything. If they want something, they want it now, with no concept of anticipation or patience.
My training in the art of patience developed in my early teen years when I learned the true value of waiting for a pint of Guinness to settle. There are some things that just cannot be hurried.
As I grew older, I became more and more philosophical about the act of waiting.
Having been married now for the best part of thirty five years, I have learned that patience is a prerequisite to survival. I have learned that it takes a woman over an hour to do her hair. I have learned that the act of purchasing a loaf of bread can take a woman over two hours. These things apparently cannot be hurried.
I spend quite a large portion of my life waiting for something. I recently spent two hours waiting for a hospital appointment. Luckily it was a private hospital, or else I would probably still be there. I have to wait for prescriptions to be filled out. I have to wait for Herself to finish her ablutions so I can have a piss [though sometimes the neighbour’s fence comes into play, if she is taking too long]. I have learned that patience is a virtue in hunting, as a tourist who is merely wounded can make one hell of a racket.
I am waiting at the moment.
I am waiting on a package to be delivered. According to DHL’s website, the package left the depot four hours ago. The fifth time I phoned them they said it would be here soon, but there is still no sign.
Where the fuck are they?
Don’t they know I’m waiting?
If they don’t come soon, there will be blood.
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