Bunty's Thoughts

Shopper’s Nightmare!

20170627_145348I’m a supermarket trolley
just lurking by the door.
I’ve three good wheels that glide
and one that drags along the floor.

The unsuspecting are my prey
the nervous and the fraught.
I really set them twitching
by not doing what I ought.

I always go my own way
choosing which aisle to course.
If they want tea or coffee
then I make for the sauce.

They can push or pull or kick me
but try with all their might.
Whenever they turn to the left
I still turn to the right.

I collide with other shoppers
and relish what is said
between the one with bloody ankles
and the one whose face is red.

So you’ve had a brief encounter
with a trolley that’s for sure.
It was me, the shopper’s nightmare
Always lurking by the door.

Nedra Lowe

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As we SILVER SURFERS know, sometimes we have trouble with our computers.

I had a problem yesterday, so called Eric, the 11-year-old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control and asked him to come over.

Eric clicked a couple of buttons, and solved the problem.  As he was walking away I called after him, “So what was wrong?”

He replied, “It was an ID ten T error”.

I didn’t want to appear stupid, but nonetheless enquired,

“An ‘ID ten T error’? What’s that? In case I need to fix it again.”

Eric grinned.   “Haven’t you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?”  “No” I replied.

Write it down, he said, and I think you’ll figure it out. So, I wrote it down – ID10T.

I used to like Eric, the little shit-head. If you are not a Senior yet, then send this to someone who is.

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Just a line to say I’m living that I’m not among the dead. Though I’m getting more forgetful and so mixed up in the head.

I got used to my arthritis to my dentures I’m resigned I can manage my bifocals. But, Oh God, I miss my mind.

For sometimes I can’t remember when I stand at the foot of the stairs. If I must go up for something or I just came down from there.

And before the fridge so often my poor mind is filled with doubt. Have I just put food away or have I come to take some out?

And there’s times when it is darkened with my night cap on my head. I don’t know if I’m retiring or just getting out of bed.

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After her house became overrun with book sculptures of hedgehogs and trees Bunty has now turned her creative talent towards knitting scarfs for charity.

Bunty is pictured wearing her prototype…. albeit it would wrap around 3 of Bunty.

If you would like to donate a ball of wool (unused) for Bunty’s scarf creations you can contact Ali on 07748 651564 for details of where you can drop off.

Ali Thom

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Whit ye need

Punna self raisin floor
Punna currants an a haunfa o’ raisins
Quartera punna suet
Haufa pun granulatit sugar
Fower wee teaspoonsfa o’ mixed spice
A big pincha saut, some mulk

How ye dae it

Rummle up the hale jing-bang in the boul, addin a wee tate mulk so’s ye get a dough that’s stiff an no runny
Tim some bilin watter oot the kettle inty the fit o’ the basin an’
Spread the cloot oan top o’ the watter
Coup the hale o’ yur dough oot the bowl an’ on tae the cloot in the basin. Draw the coarners o’ the clootie gather an’ tie wi’ the string. Don’t tie the string too tight or the dumpling might burst efter swelling upan’ ye’d be in a hangaua mess. Noo ye’ve a big bag o’d dough about the size o’ a fitba. Next ye pit a plate in the fit o’ the big poat. Then ye gently lower the dumpling oan tae the plate.
Efter theat poor as much bilin’ watter intae the poat as will cover yur dumpling.
Efter a’ this cairry-oan ye’ll mibbe want a cuppa tea an’ a fag or evena wee dram. Anyway whitivvur ye dae don’t let the dumplin simmer fur mair than three-an-a-hauf hoors. Efter that time wheech it oot the poat an oan tae a plate. Peel aff the cloot an’ therr ye hauv a dish fit tae set afore a dizzen Rural Judges.