Friday, 14 December 2007

Modem Manners.

This week my children came home with another rain forest worth of paperwork from school - this time it was ICT codes of conduct to sign, so they learn to use the school intranet responsibly.  It all seemed a bit nannyish, until a few days later when I read someone's blog, and it occurred to me that some grown ups ought to watch what they type.

To most of us writing a blog ought to be complete fact, or a total work of fiction - when you start muddying the waters of truth with too much artistic licence you’re on thin ice.
This is an even more risky game when you attempt to get cheap laughs at a friends expense.

So, as you can imagine, I was really disappointed to see that yet again, a blogging friend of a friend had done just that.

You know, life is funny enough, and if you actually possess a sense of humour, the irony of some situations is enough to make your sides ache, it doesn’t require any ‘tweaking’.

Tuesday, 4 December 2007

Cashmere Tennis Balls.

My Husband thinks I want cashmere tennis balls for Christmas! The reason he believes this, is not because I have been princessy and requested such a bizarre item, but is actually a result of him NOT listening.

How is it that such clever men manage to fail so miserably at listening? Apparently he tells me that it isn't the listening itself that is a problem, I am reliably informed that the actual problem is me - speaking. He probably thinks I'm whining, and before analysing the content switches off!

A great friend of mine was recently given a most off target present - she asked for Chanel nail polish, and was given a radio - just how did that happen?....and she has a fabulous husband who is intelligent, kind etc., etc. ( I'm not listing any more of his many virtues - but if even he can get it wrong, there is no hope for the rest of them).

I cross examined my own dear Husband on this the other night - he says that husbands can't process girlie information - so Chanel rouge noir, although a simple and undemanding request, could not be processed, as it didn't include any of the following - Hedge trimmer, ride on mower or plasma screen telly.

Anyway, the Husband concluded firmly, make up counters are a male no fly zone - those make up girls are allegedly too frightening, especially when they napalm scent at unwary husbands who are a long way out of their comfort zone.

When I dared to suggest, that a slight improvement in listening would result in a huge increase in appreciation from the recipient, I was told this was quite impossible, men just ARE selectively deaf. He then informed me that if they enjoyed shopping, they would not be our husbands, as they would in fact be gay!

So is it true? Do gay men shop better than straight ones? Having worked in an industry which had few men, nearly all of whom were gay, I have to give this idea house room - they do have fabulous taste and do understand cut, colour etc. But the question remains - would even these perfect shoppers listen... I doubt it.

So, lets face it, if you don't want to end up with cashmere tennis balls, do what my friend and I did - and buy your own Christmas gift!

Happy Shopping!