Slainte to all my Granspals. Settle down and relax. The bubbly is nicely chilled. 
onmyown Marelli is right. If and when you're able to meet with local Gransnetters you will love it. Marelli called in to see me when she was holidaying on the West Coast of Scotland. bags lives a number of miles away but we make an effort to meet at a midway location as often as we're able. 
for you.
Scotland 37 v Tonga 12...Yay!!! 
AlieOA very special occasion for the proud grandparents. 
In "our day" a pushchair was basic and simple to use. Of course the newer more complex designs are, as you say, pig awful to get the hang of. The number of times that MacS and I had to leave Torben's buggy cluttering the living room (because we couldn't figure out how collapse it) were too many to mention. 
I'm signing off and wishing all my Granspals a peaceful Saturday evening. Bye for now. 
YAY soop. Great game and great score. Wee dram at the ready? Slainte.
DH was suggesting that when the others were performing the Hacka(sp), our boys should turn around and give them a few monies
Like the choice of names Alie. I am wondering what the first initial of your grandson's surname is and will he have the nickname of Ki?
I am so glad GDs are out of the buggy stage. They were a nightmare to fold/unfold.
Thankyou for the welcoming smile, Morelli, and thankyou Soop for the welcome and the flowers .
I am trying not to send long postings, because I know that lots of people don't like to read long, introspective witterings, but I am sending this long posting because I believe it sums up my many postings, cheerful and sad, that I have sent in my first 10 days with Gransnet.
I will send shorter postings often. Promise.
To find a place that is for "gentle folk" feels lovely, Soop, thank you for that . Because - - -
- - - when I first had a computer, about 15 years ago, as well as exploring lots of crazy, wild stuff, which was fun, I tried some everyday chat rooms (chatting about cooking, gardening etc) and support groups (chatting about family issues etc) and constantly received what is now referred to as "trolling" - cutting, bitter, sarcastic responses - it was devastatingly intimidating.
But I persevered with life and searching for the support that I needed, while becoming almost a recluse for some years, although still going to work every day. I have slowly become stronger, and life has become easier, to the point where I sometimes think "I feel happy right now" - a great and unexpected new late-in-life experience .
So I really look forward to meeting Gnetters in the future but do not feel strong enough to do so yet. I am fine at social occasions for the first 10-20 minutes, then I feel unable to assert myself socially and so feel swamped by others, and so I withdraw - perhaps picking up another or just making my excuses to drift off or depart.
The good news is I feel I am getting to know you all, reading a lot of postings (I've read all the back pages to Soops kitchen so I am learning something about your habits in the kitchen! - as well as the day-to-day things you are dealing with, as am I - well-being, health problems, travelling difficulties, family issues etc).
Already, in my first 10 days with Gransnet, I have learned a lot of new stuff about myself while posting - its like having a load of penfriends that I am really communicating with (I had penfriends while at school but it never really worked for me 
. So I will keep writing to my new penfriends, all of you, with a view to meeting up sometime in the future (maybe next year? send in the clowns? - not) 
(its a song).
Thankyou again for making me feel welcome. . And I think the bar is open now, so I'm about to enjoy a .
Thankyou for the welcoming smile, Morelli, and thankyou Soop for the welcome and the flowers .
I am trying not to send long postings, because I know that lots of people don't like to read long, introspective witterings, but I am sending this long posting because I believe it sums up my many postings, cheerful and sad, that I have sent in my first 10 days with Gransnet.
I will send shorter postings often. Promise.
To find a place that is for "gentle folk" feels lovely, Soop, thank you for that . Because - - -
- - - when I first had a computer, about 15 years ago, as well as exploring lots of crazy, wild stuff, which was fun, I tried some everyday chat rooms (chatting about cooking, gardening etc) and support groups (chatting about family issues etc) and constantly received what is now referred to as "trolling" - cutting, bitter, sarcastic responses - it was devastatingly intimidating.
But I persevered with life and searching for the support that I needed, while becoming almost a recluse for some years, although still going to work every day. I have slowly become stronger, and life has become easier, to the point where I sometimes think "I feel happy right now" - a great and unexpected new late-in-life experience .
So I really look forward to meeting Gnetters in the future but do not feel strong enough to do so yet. I am fine at social occasions for the first 10-20 minutes, then I feel unable to assert myself socially and so feel swamped by others, and so I withdraw - perhaps picking up another or just making my excuses to drift off or depart.
The good news is I feel I am getting to know you all, reading a lot of postings (I've read all the back pages to Soops kitchen so I am learning something about your habits in the kitchen! - as well as the day-to-day things you are dealing with, as am I - well-being, health problems, travelling difficulties, family issues etc).
Already, in my first 10 days with Gransnet, I have learned a lot of new stuff about myself while posting - its like having a load of penfriends that I am really communicating with (I had penfriends while at school but it never really worked for me . So I will keep writing to my new penfriends, all of you, with a view to meeting up sometime in the future (maybe next year? send in the clowns? - not) (its a song).
Thankyou again for making me feel welcome. . And I think the bar is open now, so I'm about to enjoy a .
So good you posted it twice onmyown
Yes, it's definitely that time of day Slainte
The spellcheck thing is driving me crazy Galen!
onmyown Your eloquent message moved me to tears. Want to know why? Because you sound a lot like me. I am not going to offload all the stuff and nonsense of my personal journey through life. It would send you lot into a coma or much worse. 
I think that talking to your virtual friends is a big step towards becoming more confident. I am a "loner" and, like you, fear getting in amongst a crowd. Yet, the wonderful people that I call my Granspals are quite the best thing that has happened to make me feel included as opposed to excluded. bags when a stranger, took the time and trouble to visit me in hospital. The moment she walked into the room I knew that I had a real friend. We've remained close ever since.
I promise you faithfully that you will not be bullied in our kitchen. Such people are seen off by an exceedingly fierce wild cat-that-was. He's a lot softer than he seems. His name is Rory.
As you rightly say, you need to get to know us better. Be warned, Galen may seem batty but she is in fact harmless and very good-hearted and funny with it. 
Agus dear, what are "Moonies"? Please enlighten me. It certainly was a terrific game. Rory took to the bedroom and kept well away until it was over. I was never keen on the game until moving to Scotland. In my youth, I worked part time behind the bar at the Saints rugby football ground in Northampton. My goodness, those players had fun after a successful match. The soles of my shoes rotted because the floor of the bar was awash with beer on a Saturday afternoon.
...some of the songs made my hair stand on end.
Soop
My daughters shoes rotted when she worked at a well known supermarket and they said some soles react to cheese.
She was quite put out and said 'I wash my feet, thank you"
The supervisor laughed and said "No the cheese you serve, not smelly feet".
She was only 16 doing a week-end job saving up for Uni.
Have a lovely day dear Mr. and Mrs soop
That Zulu Warrior is a naughty chap.
Oh dear soop blame my rude rugby mad DH for this, monies are when someone shows their bare bottom . Having mixed with rugby players before, you will know none of them would bat an eyelid at such a sight.
Agree, the songs are not for delicate ears
Agus The players at the Saints club sang raucous songs but I didn't personally witness a shred of rude behaviour. Not that I wanted to, you understand. Moonies! Well, I never. Although I've not exactly lived a "sheltered life" I've not heard that term before...or seen such a practice performed. I suppose that there is still time. Mind you, some bums are more appealing than others [I guess]. What say Galen? I bet my bottom dollar that she'll have something rude to add.
POGS and the same good wishes to you too. I like the cheese story. My Saturday job [when still at school] was behind the music counter in Littlewoods. The very first record that I played was Paul Ankar? spelling, singing Diana. I liked that job. I gave my parents half of the day's pay. My half went towards buying my own clothes. Them were the days...
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