tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post6794812236166584111..comments2023-12-31T08:43:00.853+00:00Comments on Wife in the North: Call for helpwife in the northhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15227214647512546906noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-63010405818879030642007-11-20T14:41:00.000+00:002007-11-20T14:41:00.000+00:00Calpol was great until the kids came down off it!Calpol was great until the kids came down off it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-29163810790623841972007-11-19T20:44:00.000+00:002007-11-19T20:44:00.000+00:00While I am surgically attached to mine I would rat...While I am surgically attached to mine I would rather a world without mobiles. I am not sure they are enhancing our existence one bit!occasional northernerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12937407254161207915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-26508760883709607112007-11-19T15:11:00.000+00:002007-11-19T15:11:00.000+00:00Mutt and meader is right some phone companys have ...Mutt and meader is right some phone companys have far better reception out in the sticks. O2 is marvellous here but everytime my brother in law visits he has to climb to the back of the garden, up a steep hill, to make contact. Well I think that's what he's doing - maybe he too is looking for a glass with an olive in it. But I think he's checking out where the Virgin has gone.Penny Pincherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00993473608935875834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-47794589570479578322007-11-19T15:08:00.000+00:002007-11-19T15:08:00.000+00:00This comment has been removed by the author.Penny Pincherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00993473608935875834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-21970966898342347502007-11-19T12:24:00.000+00:002007-11-19T12:24:00.000+00:00I don't know how anyone raised children before Cal...I don't know how anyone raised children before Calpol was invented...@themillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17644636690850127781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-54257392273077914692007-11-18T22:17:00.000+00:002007-11-18T22:17:00.000+00:00I know the problem with signals; we live in a base...I know the problem with signals; we live in a basement flat, and I used to think anyone watching me leap from end of it to the other trying to get a signal would think I was doing a particularly weird version of aerobics. But your martini analogy is much better.Potty Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04751869800592294891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-34067037262180925002007-11-18T16:13:00.000+00:002007-11-18T16:13:00.000+00:00Calpol -mothers milk -wonder medicine My kids used...Calpol -mothers milk -wonder medicine <BR/>My kids used to drink it from the bottle.<BR/>Its amazing its still goingAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-71168020614874110372007-11-18T00:58:00.000+00:002007-11-18T00:58:00.000+00:00I haven't a clue what Calpol is, but after a day l...I haven't a clue what Calpol is, but after a day like you had, perhaps a tumbler of it on ice for yourself might be appropriate! Instead of a tea party, you and your daughter could have a Calpol party. (sounds like it might be an opiate?) Probably tastes better on ice-----sunshinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07577409248867401730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-91173852942393927652007-11-18T00:22:00.000+00:002007-11-18T00:22:00.000+00:00If I walk too close to the sea the phone beeps and...If I walk too close to the sea the phone beeps and says "bienvenue au Francais" or some such froggy shit...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-89652393060611560442007-11-18T00:20:00.000+00:002007-11-18T00:20:00.000+00:00I'm not allowing my husband to read this posting. ...I'm not allowing my husband to read this posting. It would confirm all his prejudice against mobiles. Tho' I suspect he would approve of moves to recycle the offending phone in the garden compost.Motheratlargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966796093998468770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-22124558427826114092007-11-18T00:11:00.000+00:002007-11-18T00:11:00.000+00:00I can't get to grips with my mobile phone either. ...I can't get to grips with my mobile phone either. Out here they always ask for your social security number [which is 9 digits] Everyone else in America has theirs committed to memory but I still don't have a clue. Hope she doesn't turn out to be a Calpol addict.<BR/>CheersMaddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05828186178060722812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-71290930737998895612007-11-17T22:58:00.000+00:002007-11-17T22:58:00.000+00:00Y'know, we all managed perfectly well long before ...Y'know, we all managed perfectly well long before these pesky mobiles were invented.<BR/>They are a VERY mixed blessing.The Draughtsmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01393632664229091877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-64689307354833156622007-11-17T20:44:00.000+00:002007-11-17T20:44:00.000+00:00Hate mobile phones. Full stop.Hate mobile phones. Full stop.James Highamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14525082702330365464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-16896401527853464782007-11-17T20:01:00.000+00:002007-11-17T20:01:00.000+00:00Beautiful. I laughed and laughed--about the phone....Beautiful. I laughed and laughed--about the phone. Yes, we've all been there.Eats Wombatshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03560395946871420868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-9408828314449361382007-11-17T14:50:00.000+00:002007-11-17T14:50:00.000+00:00A fellow technophobe! Suddenly I no longer feel al...A fellow technophobe! Suddenly I no longer feel alone in the world.Stinking Billyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13577508577062044906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-85730412625221487012007-11-16T23:29:00.000+00:002007-11-16T23:29:00.000+00:00Semaphore flags would be more reliable than mobile...Semaphore flags would be more reliable than mobiles up in these hills - it's a case of stand on the bottom rung of the field gate and lean slightly to the left while squinting obliquely at the screen to see how many bars flicker into life.mountainearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15977393968796316843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-35405781202651669712007-11-16T21:14:00.000+00:002007-11-16T21:14:00.000+00:00You need to get an O2 pay-as-you go, and go to the...You need to get an O2 pay-as-you go, and go to the newsagents for a top up card. You just have to key the number on the top up card in once, and ever after, you toddle off to the newsagents/Co-op, hand over £10 and your top up card and hey presto - credit on the phone. O2 signal is decent around here.Mutterings and Meanderingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01384198819878227966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-18063264630287169732007-11-16T20:04:00.000+00:002007-11-16T20:04:00.000+00:00Living on top of a hill means I don't need to use ...Living on top of a hill means I don't need to use my tumble drier as much as I actually do due to the Northern winds we get. And as for mobile phones up here, you're lucky if you do get a signal. Par for the course of living remotely I fear.<BR/><BR/>Crystal xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-2116476991699660432007-11-16T19:13:00.000+00:002007-11-16T19:13:00.000+00:00I have trouble with my mobile. I can get a signal...I have trouble with my mobile. I can get a signal. But my phone seems to take on the role of censor choosing to prevent me hearing people speaking. Only occasionally. Not so often that I'd be forced to change it. Sneaky.bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09356982330855702882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-41169463279414036272007-11-16T17:24:00.000+00:002007-11-16T17:24:00.000+00:00In London I was wedded to my mobile, but here it i...In London I was wedded to my mobile, but here it is a cellphone and I can happily leave it lying in the bottom of my handbag, uncharged for days. Sometimes people do try to call me on it, and I suppose they don't bother to leave a message either because they don't know me very well, or on the other hand, they do, but they know that my chances of replying are slim.<BR/><BR/>I too always wonder if I should have it in case of emergencies, but then on the occasions when it would have been useful either there was no signal, or I was too busy dealing with the emergency to use a phone. And anyway, my husband rarely answers his. So I feel no guilt about opting out of mobile society ...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-38375935278871165142007-11-16T16:39:00.000+00:002007-11-16T16:39:00.000+00:00I could do with borrowing a couple of your mole hi...I could do with borrowing a couple of your mole hills - mobile phone reception in this part of Devon stinks. In a good way of course.Mopsahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17912659592484055741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-39292422397488428222007-11-16T16:04:00.000+00:002007-11-16T16:04:00.000+00:00I used to lay in bed pretending to be asleep when ...I used to lay in bed pretending to be asleep when one of the children woke up in the vain hope that my husband would get up! It worked sometimes, laughed a lot at the vomit comments they bought back so many memories.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-4232498582662289012007-11-16T15:24:00.000+00:002007-11-16T15:24:00.000+00:00Oops. Not the entire bus - the entire busful of p...Oops. Not the entire bus - the entire busful of passengers. Hmmm. That's not much better.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02037614816418802880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-68520003145635249502007-11-16T15:22:00.000+00:002007-11-16T15:22:00.000+00:00hzYou are doing better than me. I can seldom get ...hzYou are doing better than me. I can seldom get the back off mine. Break off 11 finger nails, then find the way I should be pushing it, and it's easy - till the next time. And how am I supposed to remember my preposterous number and that I have to enter the area code as well when dialing and why on earth would I want to be available everywhere so I can have daft conversations starting "I am on the bus" and get envious when I see children deftly thumbing their life stories into the keyboard? And then I saw a street altercation (remember, London?) and the entire bus dialled 999 and I decided they do have their uses after all.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02037614816418802880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-10073499161433164312007-11-16T15:12:00.000+00:002007-11-16T15:12:00.000+00:00Hello - I've only just found your blog (which of c...Hello - <BR/><BR/>I've only just found your blog (which of course means I have to spend my time reading it right from the very beginning) but so far so very entertaining!<BR/><BR/>I know how you feel about "those" kind of friends... like when you're cooking and it goes horribly wrong and they happen to mention that it's "the easiest recipe in the world".<BR/><BR/>Grrr.<BR/><BR/>Have a good weekend.nuttycowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10404690160646306404noreply@blogger.com