myTobago – your questions, review and comment about Tobago

Paul,

I'm beginning to 'reconsider' my assessment of you; thinking that perhaps you are not among the more stable "Wafflers" and that the "Underpants" episode was not merely a one time abberation

And you all thought that stable and Waffler could not be used in the same sentence

Bill

Bill,
There's only one stable waffler around these parts, and that's yours truly. Cough.

Paul my lad,
I read your post with not inconsiderable interest, and found it both considerably fascinating, and more than considerably baffling. I am considerably confused and concerned, and not a little discombobulated. And that was before I read your post about the monkeys in Trinidad.

Er, I may be considerably mistaken in my opinion, but surely there are no primates in the Caribbean? Pirates, very possibly, but primates? With tin openers?

I'm off to write my next book, "Primates of the Caribbean", which will be made into a film starring Johnny Gibbon, Orlando Baboon, George G. Orilla, and Cindy C. Panzee.

There are primates in Trinidad but I think that the chances of seeing one brandishing a tin-opener are as likely as spotting a rare fridge wearing a denim jacket swinging majestically through the jungle

Regards

Carol,

now i have to assist Paul a bit, before everybody here thinks he is totally nuts

Yes we do have monkeys in Trinidad. For instance in the northwestern penninsula of Chaguaramas, where
my office happens to be, we have a good population of howler monkeys, which populate the forest and
sometimes even come close to the road. Yachties, who anker in Scotland Bay, are normally woken up every
early morning by the noise of those animals. I haven't seen any of those guys handling a can opener though...

One may want to consider training howler monkeys to collect and bag garbage... that would be extremely useful,
considering the enormous amount of styrotex containers and bottles being discarded in some bays of Chaguaramas on a regular basis.
It seems that some of the visiting human monkeys (better called morons) are unable to remove their own garbage, mostly after emptying big contingents of bottles which need to be disposed of after.

So much for monkeys in Trinidad, Carol.
If you have any more questions, please don't hesitate to contact me again

Andy

Noe,

"There's only one stable waffler around these parts, and that's yours truly. Cough."

In days of old the Queen could order "Off with his head" when one of her loyal subjects uttered something that she found distasteful or non-flattering, however in these enlightened times I feel that I can get away with asking the following. Do you really expect anybody to believe this?

BIll poyap

Bill
And there was I thinking you were a tad sensible !

Carol
Please bring all these mad people to order - we need you.

Uuhh, where to start?

First Gill, sorry for your loss. My cat Sammy died a few weeks ago by cancer. He was much too young, only six years old and it went really quick but I had no time to suffer because the same day I brought him to the vet a friend called about another cat who needs a new home immediately. A handicapped cat, her behind legs are partly paralyzed but that seems not to bother her. She is four years old and white. The next day "Floeckchen" moved in and is really a delight.
Floeckchen is the German word for little flake from snowflake

Pete, shoud I worry about you? No, I don't think so. You will go back to 'normal' the moment you touch ground on Tobago.

Sandra, how is life?

Bill, good to hear from you!

Noe, I'm longing for your new book and especially the film *rotfl*

David, who the f***** (ups, sorry) is Sir Humphrey????

Andy, next time im on Tobago I will hop over and watch your monkeys. .. and I will bring a can opener as a gift

Lots of love
Gisela

Gisela
Great to hear from you ! Life is good - off to Tobago on Sunday.
Happy to know Snowflake is doing well. Our old boy Fred already knows we are off soon - how he knows have no idea !
He has had a bit of a fight and TLC has been required but on the mend I am glad to say.

Sir Humphrey was a character in one of our favourite sit coms. in the UK. "Yes Minister " and then "Yes, Prime Minister".
He was part of the Civil Service and totally hilarious as he manipulated and baffled the government in power,to the extent that he was not a servant of the people but the guy in charge !!

Hey Sandra,

thanks for this information so I don't have to feel stupid

Cats always know what you plan. The moment you only think about taking it to the vet it's getting invisible. And he feels when you are exited (I'm sure you are) so he knows that something will happen. Or he saw the packed luggage and that means the tin opener will disapear for a while.

Let Fred has his fights that makes him feel he is still a young and strong Tomcat. You know how men need this

I whish you a marvelous holiday and envy you badly!

Cheers
Gisela

Just realised - will be meeting Andy on Monday. Should I take valium ?

Don't think so, but maybe you will be careful to meet him and the monkeys. Maybe he wants you to clean up the beach too

Hi Y'all

Sandra how long are you off to Tobago for?
David. When are you going? It must be getting close to your usual departure date.

A lot of cat talk on the waffle. We too have been having feline experiences. We don't have cats. Cats have us.
There are two local moggies that we have named Killer (for obvious reasons) and Socks (black with white feet and ankles) that must belong to one of our unknown neighbours and have decided to adopt us, kind of. They come round and sleep a lot, sometimes watch TV, sometimes want a bit of head scratching but mainly sleep. Killer is quite young and fearless and often comes to the back door around 11.00pm expecting to be let in and then usually crashes out in one of her favourite comfy places, leaving first thing in the morning. Socks being older is a liitle more reserved but has now found a corner of the sofa that suits her and has also spent a couple of nights here. We feel we have the best of everything - no vets bills, no food bills and a bit of cat company, albeit very much on their terms. I wonder where the neighbours think they are.

Are you all going to Tobago soon? Lucky you!

Tony, you are right. Nobody owns a cat. A cat will yccept you as a tin opener or head scratcher. Thats all.
I try to translate a phrase we say in Germany:
If you call a dog 'come here' it comes.
If you call a cat 'come here' it will register and maybe come back to this issue if it suites her.

Tony, you are really lucky that this cats choose you. Enjoy their companie as long as it lasts.

Cheers
Gisela

Tony
Off for a couple of weeks - rude not to I feel !
Where is Janette ? Havve we scared her off ? Do tell her we are not quite as mad as we appear. Forget I said that, it is so untrue.

Still hope we meet up in Feb.

Cats - a total enigma, do not even try to work the s**ds out. You are on a hiding to nothing.

Andy K wrote:Carol,

now i have to assist Paul a bit, before everybody here thinks he is totally nuts

Yes we do have monkeys in Trinidad. For instance in the northwestern penninsula of Chaguaramas, where
my office happens to be, we have a good population of howler monkeys, which populate the forest and
sometimes even come close to the road. Yachties, who anker in Scotland Bay, are normally woken up every
early morning by the noise of those animals. I haven't seen any of those guys handling a can opener though...

One may want to consider training howler monkeys to collect and bag garbage... that would be extremely useful,
considering the enormous amount of styrotex containers and bottles being discarded in some bays of Chaguaramas on a regular basis.
It seems that some of the visiting human monkeys (better called morons) are unable to remove their own garbage, mostly after emptying big contingents of bottles which need to be disposed of after.

So much for monkeys in Trinidad, Carol.


If you have any more questions, please don't hesitate to contact me again

Andy

Okay Andy, never let it be said that I'm unwilling to admit my mistakes! I hang my head in shame, and will check my facts next time I start sounding off..

That 's what Wiki's for, surely?

Will still write the book though, and when the film's produced I'll ensure that howler monkeys have a starring role..

Bill,
Orf wiv yer 'ead!

What's it like being a sandwich short of a picnic? Wish I knew...

You don't know how a sandwich short of a picnic feels ?
How strange.
Just means you eat less than everyone else surely. Invariably no scotch egg or pork pie !

Should have added, talking of picnics short of a sandwich.....


Dear Pete

Any chance you could give us an idea of weather conditions next week ?

In the finest tradition of waffling, this tale has absolutely no relevance to any other subject that we have been so eruditely discussing.

I need to issue a Warning here. This is a very girly tale, involving hairdressers, beauty therapists and a hairy mole.. So if you're at all squeamish, and/or if you're of the male persuasion, look away now....

I WUZ ROBBED!

Yes, I was robbed, ripped off, conned, taken for a soft touch. I went to the hairdressers yesterday to have the wig re-furbished. They've recently opened a beauty therapy salon upstairs and are constantly touting for trade. Now, I haven't worn make-up - oh probably since my wedding day. Couldn't be bothered with it. Nor have I ever had any kind of beauty treatment, of which they are aware.

I've mentioned to them before that I ruined my eyebrows many years ago by over-plucking, and now they won't grow back, and I wish they were thicker. Before I knew what was happening the beauty therapist was looming over me looking at my eyebrows. "We can help you with them," she says. Then I asked about something which does bother me, and that's the mole on my cheek, which I was born with, but has started sprouting hairs! I've been cutting them off, but daren't do anything more. "We can get rid of them by 'threading'," she says, "and we'll do your eyelashes too."

I meekly submitted, and the next thing I know she's got this length of cotton, her assistant is stretching my face, and ping, ping! She's pulling this thread across my mole and eyebrows. OW! OW! OW!

"Just relax and enjoy the pampering," she says, ignoring my eyes streaming with the pain. "Now I'll tint your eyebrows and lashes." This entailed my having to sit with eyes closed for ten minutes, with what felt like toilet paper stuck to my eyelids. Did I find this relaxing? Not on your life! I felt helpless, defenceless and vulnerable, wondering what was next.

I was charged £20 for this torture. Yes, the mole looks better--until the hairs grow back--and my eyebrows look a little better in shape, and maybe a little darker, but I can't see any difference in the lashes.

"Doesn't that look better?" my torturer cooed. "You don't need mascara now, and your eyebrows look much better. What will your husband say?"

"He won't notice," I snorted.

"Oh he will," she cooed.

"You don't know him."

" He will dear."

"Wanna bet?"

He noticed that I'd had my hair done after three hours, but the face? Nah! And if he'd known that I'd paid TWENTY QUID!!!!

Never will I allow myself to be caught like that again! TWENTY QUID to look much the same! Much cheaper to use mascara and yank the hairs out myself, though I wouldn't do the mole. As for the eyebrows, what was the point?

Do I really have a neon sign above my head saying "Muggins, take me for all I'm worth."?

Okay, normal service can now be resumed.

Carol
Blimey !! Twenty quid down here wouldn't get you through the door !

Well remember years ago having my legs waxed. Was total torture after which "therapist" informed me hair was far too fair for this treatment.

BUT...... tomorrow off for spray tan and pedicure - will I ever learn - I think not.

I thought that most moles are hairy ... or at least every mole has the potential to be hairy ...

... I am only speaking out on behalf of all the people that have hairless moles ... I can't imagine what they must be going through

Regards