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Oct. 18th, 2011

Rosie

My niece, Rosie, has her funeral tomorrow. She apparently died of a pulmonary embolism, but the shocking revelation from the post-mortem was that she was suffering from advanced iscemic heart disease (very unusual in women, and at such a young age) and may have succumbed to that at any time. It was probably this, rather than anything else which promoted the embolism. Hardly seems fair.

Sep. 30th, 2011

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Thanks to those concerned for their condolences and offers of prayer. It's very much appreciated, although I'm sure I don't need to say that. God bless.

Rosie Tarpy

Just found out that my 22-year old niece has been found dead in her hotel room whilst on holiday in the Canaries.

My sister (her Mother) is in a terrible state, I'm 10,000 miles away, and can't do a thing to help.

If anyone's a praying type, please put a word in for her.

Feb. 4th, 2011

Birthday Boy


Happy birthday tocaddyman , umpty two years young! Have a great day ( a Friday, too, so not a school night)

Nov. 19th, 2010

Phew what a scorcher...

Well, I was hoping for a gentle acclimatisation period, but no such luck, its 40 C today in Perth (2.40pm as I write) and showing no signs of cooling down just yet. Thank god for air-conditioning.

Nov. 13th, 2010

Down Under

After a 20hr flight, we got into Perth at around 3 AM this morning (this morning being Friday), and got to our temporary apartment and into bed by about 5. Blighty, for those of you who aren't there (Tele, this means you) was luxuriating in temperatures of definitely single figures when we left, and now we're in the mid-twenties (C). Picked up the new motor at 11 AM, we have a guided tour tomorrow  morning courtesy of the relocation agent, and then we start house hunting with as much of a vengeance as either of us can muster at the moment. Despite all we have been told, jet lag has posed no problem whatsoevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

Sep. 16th, 2010

Ozward bound

A couple of months ago, I had an approach from an agency acting on behalf of one of Australia's largest construction companies. We arranged an informal telephone chat, then had a formal interview via a Video Conferencing facility in Cavendish Square. A few days later, they made me an offer I absolutely couldn't refuse, arranged for me to be contacted by an Immigration Agent, and the next thing I know, our sponsored visa has been approved, and me, Sally and the children fly out to Perth the second week in November, possibly for good!

This of course will add another antipodean correspondent to caddyman 's audience.

Pip pip

Apr. 23rd, 2009

Patricia Mary Tarpy (5 Feb 1936 - 23 April 2009)

My mother died in her sleep, either early this morning or sometime during the previous night. She was 73.

She had suffered a very severe heart attack around 16 years ago, from which she wasn't expected to recover. She confounded the experts by doing just that, and continued to confound them until this morning. By refusing to go when she was originally supposed to she saw the arrival of a further six grandchildren (including my own two children) to whom she was a loving and doting grandmother. We can say then, that we've had the continued pleasure of her company for a good few years longer than we at one time expected.

She and my father celebrated 51 years of marriage in October last, and had a happy and contented lifetime together. She could be a cantankerous old bugger when she chose, but can't we all. I for one will miss her terribly.

As the Caddyman says, that is all.

Nov. 20th, 2008

Reunions

 Some time ago, at the introduction of either caddyman  or drjohnsilence , or possibly both, I signed up to the Linkedin network. I had a message via this network a couple of weeks ago from an old friend, who I hadn't heard from in around 20 years.

When I was in my early twenties, I worked for a number of years as a blackjack/craps/baccarat dealer at Paradise Island Casino in Nassau, Bahamas (now the Atlantis I believe). One of my colleagues was the chap who's just contacted me. Anyway, to cut a long and boring tale short, there's to be a reunion of those ex-Nassau croupiers who now live back in the UK or nearby, in a boozer in Earls Court (London) at the end of January.

Initially, I got quite excited about this, thinking what fun it would be to see a number of people again after all this time (quite a few people attending will have worked there either before or after I did, so it's unlikely I'll know everyone there). But also, and I don't know if anyone out there has experienced this, I find myself wondering if the march of time and its effects on people I haven't seen in 20 years or more will sadden the occasion. I'm going to go, certainly, and I hope the evening will be more a joyous nostalgic romp with old friends, and less a night of wistful reflection on lost youth (mine and theirs). A pint of melancholy, anyone?

On a more reckless note, in spite of the current economic climate, I have resigned my job and set up my own company (employees: 1(me)), providing commercial consultancy services to Civil Engineering. Thus far I've a couple of clients, the principal one of which has contracted me for 40 hours a week until November 2009. Wish me luck!

Jun. 3rd, 2008

More Typing Practice

 It was nice to receive some replies to my first posting, thanks to you all. drjohnsilence, silent for too long. Hope you and yours are well. 

Right now I'm banging my head against the brick wall which is fast becoming an obsession, and may well be my nemesis, an ambitious attempt to put together an estimating database complete with rubbish macros and hastily written formulas (I can hear romneylaughing even as I type). What started out as a means of circumventing the usual "re-inventing the wheel" which all Civil Engineering estimators are guilty of, has become Topsy-like. So, after a few moments out to compile this deathless bit of prose, back to the day job (at this time of night).

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