myTobago – your questions, review and comment about Tobago

Ah,Tony!
I knew I could rely on you to calm things down Bruv!
Have a cool day.
Luv Sis
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Hi Bill
No you have not scared me off. Just giggled at the whole Smackdown debate - in his early teens my son was a total WWF nut to the extent his first trip to New York had only one proviso. Yes, I did have to go to a live bout,got through it with copious amounts of alcohol and my sons undying love.
Regards Sandra

Hello Sandra,
Glad to hear that Bill hasn't scared you off!
Don't worry; he's quite harmless. I can handle him.
I'm very fortunate in that none of my family are wrestling fans!
I'm off visiting the In Laws for the weekend. Keep an eye on these men while I'm away will you girls?
Love
Noe
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Sandra,

You mentioned the magic words for those who post regularly here in the Waffle - "copious amounts of alcohol" And yes, when any of us of the male gender get too far out of line "School Marm" Noe whips us back into shape.

Noe, will your weekend visit with the in-laws result in another of your funny little tales?

Bill

Bill B wrote:
And yes, when any of us of the male gender get too far out of line "School Marm" Noe whips us back into shape.

Bill

Young Bill,
Are you referring to my job as an 'umble, underpaid, overworked part-time teaching assistant, or is this another of your fantasies?
Glad to see things have been quiet in my absence!
Where's that Watkins fella?
Noe

Working!!!!!!

Well that's OK then....I suppose.

Hey Bill!
I clicked on your signature to look at your photos as I remembered that yours are on Myphotoalbum, which is what I'm using, and wanted to compare (no I'm not pinching your ideas!)and found a notice saying your photos have been sent to the attic and are in imminent danger of being deleted
I suggest, sir, that you give this matter your urgent attention...
Yours in great anxiety
Noe
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Hi David

I've just scooted back through this thread and seen that I insulted you by calling you a cook!! Oops!! No defamation intended! I just didn't know whether you were a chef by trade, or just particularly enjoyed cooking!!

Humbly grovelling...
Lisa
(Aspiring to be a cook!!)

Lisa,you are forgiven
David

Hey!
Just noticed that this is the first anniversary of that momentous day when I signed up to this happy crew! Do I get a commemerative medal or certificate?
Love
Noe

Hi Carol

Perhaps it should be the other members of the crew who deserve the commemorative medal or certificate?

Only joking. The best I can do is "Welcome aboard on your first anniversary" I'm afraid.

Thanks for sharing your lovely pics with us.

Happy Anniversary Noe!!!!

But Steve,

sure you deserve a medal for all the work you put in here!
And Noe, Congratulations for your first anniversary you also did a lot for this site with your wise and funny comments.

Just try to keep it like this!

Cheers
Gisela

Thanks all!
Yes Steve you DEFINITELY deserve a medal!
Or a knighthood!
Do any of you have friends in high places?
Lots of love
Carolnoe
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Noe,

"Do any of you have friends in high places? "

No, but I've been high with my friends a number of times I agree that Steve deserves a medal or special recognition but hope he will settle for my thanks for maintaining this site.

Congratulations on your "First Anniversary"

I know that my album has been sent to the attic; it's probably because I've never purchased anything from them. I'm working on my pics from Mexico now and will load them and my Tobago pics on some other photo sharing site soon.

Bill

Good morning to you all.
Just heard it's snowing in Yorkshire.
How are you today?
No toothache I trust?

I have just received a letter from the dentist. It begins:
“We hope you are keeping well. We are writing to remind you that it is time to book your routine dental examination…”
In other words:
“We will find some work that needs to be done urgently and charge you an extortionate fee as we are a private practice and we know it is virtually impossible to find a National Health Service dentist, even though you pay for the NHS through your taxes, and various Governments have promised that every UK citizen will have access to NHS Dental Care…”
So, I will make an appointment, eventually.
I pride myself on not being dental-phobic, or whatever the term is, which is just as well.
Allow me to tell you about my Root Canal Filling:

I had been suffering from toothache in my left upper jaw. I knew it wasn’t the Wisdom tooth; they’ve never come through. “Impacted” I believe is the word. I have a small mouth you see. My husband doesn’t agree however, but that’s husbands for you.
My Granddad said I had a “rosebud “mouth. Now isn’t that sweet?
Granddad was my Dad’s father, and doted on me. He’d had two sons and a grandson and was delighted when a girl appeared in the family.
He was an Insurance Representative, and used to call on customers to collect premiums in the days when few people had bank accounts. He used to travel by scooter, and would allow me, aged about five,
to ride on the pillion. No crash helmet of course, but no traffic either. I always called him “Granddad -With- The -Scooter”.
What has this to do with my toothache?
Pain in left upper jaw. Ignoring it for weeks didn’t make it go away, nor did packets of super-strength pain killers which left me somewhat drowsy and spaced –out, so I made an appointment with my friendly practitioner of the Dental Arts, who I think was called Vicki;( it was a few years ago, and they always seem to be changing.)
“Hmm. The problem is in your left lower jaw, not the upper. Dental pain is often referred you see” she said knowledgably.
“You have an infection under the filling. I’ll give you antibiotics, and then you must decide whether to have the tooth out, or have a root canal filling.”
Now, I promised myself many years ago that I would hang on to my pearly-whites for as long as possible, so I signed up for the filling. She looked pleased with my decision; more money in the till.
I made an appointment for a week later and trotted off to my local pharmacy with the prescription, only to find that the dentist had not signed it or stamped it.
“Please”, I said to the pharmacist who has known me as a customer for years. “Can’t you just phone them or something? You know I wouldn’t forge a prescription.” He refused. He’s not my friend any more.
So I had to go back into town to get the prescription signed, and arrived just after the surgery had closed. It was a Friday afternoon, and they close early on Fridays. Have you ever heard anything like it? Honestly, I could have cried.
Then the Guardian Angel of Teeth spoke in my ear:
” Try Boots.”
Boots the Chemist, for you non – Brits, have been around since Victorian times, and long may they reign.
“Ah!” said the angelic lady behind the counter.” I know this dentist. I’ll sort this out for you.”
Ten minutes later I had my penicillin and was on my way home. Why hadn’t I gone to Boots in the first place and saved myself from all that stress?
The Great Day arrived. I arrived on time, and the drilling began. Have no fear; I will gloss over the gory details.
Half way through the procedure the receptionist came into the room. Vicki switched the drill off, put it upright in its holder, and turned to speak to the receptionist. Vicki was wearing short sleeves, so there was nothing to offer any kind of protection when the drill bit went into her arm.
The receptionist now showed what she was made of - jelly.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! What’s happened? Oh my God!” Flap flap. Squawk squawk. Vicki remained calm; after all, there was no blood.
Then another dentist came into the room and took charge. She got the receptionist by the scruff of the neck, threw a bucket of water over her and escorted her out of the room. She then disconnected the drill so that only the bit was left, dangling from Vicki’s arm. “OK” said our heroine,” Off to hospital with you.”
Can you imagine the sheer embarrassment of turning up at Accident and Emergency in a white coat with a drill bit hanging out of your arm?
At this point I thought I’d better remind them that I was there, as I had visions of them disappearing and forgetting all about me. I think I was justified in being a tad anxious; I had, after all, a gaping hole in my tooth where Vicki had been excavating.
“Plethe” I said in a small voice.” Whath abouth me? Ibe gothe a hole ith my toofth.” My mouth was numb from the anaesthetic, remember.
“Oh yes, you. Well we can’t deal with you now,” said the dentist.” I’ll stick a temporary filling in there. Make an appointment for next week. You’ll be okay.”
Dentists always command unquestioning obedience, so, the filling duly installed; I crept out to see the still-quivering receptionist.
The next day I received a phone call from the surgery to say that Vicki was fine, and would I be so kind as to give permission for my name to be used if a witness to the incident was required. I agreed, naturally, in the hope of being given a discount on the fee.
I returned for the work to be completed, and left with my toothache gone, and a shiny new crown on the offending tooth, but no discount.
I now attend a new, state-of-the-art surgery which has recently opened up near my home. Friendly and efficient dentist (female again) with beautiful teeth, who I can’t imagine would ever stab herself with a drill, plus a handsome, male, Brazilian receptionist who I sincerely hope would never panic over anything.
Must make that appointment. Then lie down in a quiet room with a damp cloth over my eyes.

Morning Carol
Egg yolk on the dressing gown - to be honest I was expecting a lot worse than that ! Had to log in to see your reaction to Bills' offer. All I can say is - go for it girl. Sandra

Dear Friends,
What an interesting weekend this has turned out to be.
As well as being knocked sideways by Young Bill, I have discovered a showcase for my writing.
I've sent a re-vamped version of "Nan's Lost Knickers" to the Short Humour Site, and they have accepted it!
OK so I won't get paid for it, but I thought I'd try a wider audience, and the Boss of the site liked it!
I have,of course, all of you to thank for giving me encouragement; I wouldn't have bothered if it wasn't for your enthusiam and kindness about my ramblings.
A special word of thanks is due to Steve for letting me hijack his site in this way, as again, if he hadn't, I wouldn't have written a thing.
One problem; there is a maximum, strictly imposed limit of 500 words. Most of my stories are twice that and more!
Anyway, most of you have seen it before, but if you want another look, it's on http://www.short-humour.org.uk
Lots of love
Noe
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Now to show off to my family!