The alien cooked eggs for breakfast
in an unidentified frying object
Making you groan… any day of the week!
The Thursday Groan
Lessons In Love
inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 20 January 2022, slip.
My poor, eighty-year-old grandpa was keen,
Met a slip of a girl, just eighteen,
But this worn-out old coot,
Collapsed while in pursuit,
And saw just how deluded he’d been.
Fandango’s Provocative Question (19 January 2022)
Fandango Provocatively asks:
What has been the most difficult, hardest, or most painful decision you’ve ever had to make in your life?
I thought this question was interesting, just because so many of my decisions have been easy.
Life-altering decisions such as:
- whether to move to the USA or to stay put;
- to get married. In fact, I knew it was right because it was so easy;
- to have children
were all no-brainers.
I suppose in terms of difficult decisions, I think probably the most difficult is still ongoing.
Do I want my daughter to be a part of my life, going forward?
For those of you who don’t know my history, my daughter accused me of child abuse. 2015, when she would have been fifteen.
I resent that, mostly because I didn’t abuse her. In fact, Mrs Bump and I, like most parents, went out of our way to ensure that she had a better start in life than we had.
So not only did we endure my daughter’s behaviour for several years before, we endured police, social services, solicitors… for probably six months after. The only thing we were spared from was court, because there simply wasn’t any evidence. In fact, the case against us was dropped when my daughter shot herself in the foot, also accusing known, trusted foster carers of child abuse.
The other reason I resent her behaviour is that, six months after all this stress, I suffered a stroke. I blame her, at least partially. She gets to act like nothing ever happened, and I get to live the rest of my life disabled.
There were various special circumstances with my daughter, mental health diagnoses, which always meant that bringing her up would be a challenge, but ultimately she harmed me, caused permanent damage, and I’m veering toward thinking that what she did was unforgiveable.
Veering. We’re mostly not in contact, but there is a tiny thread there. Whether/when I sever that completely will be the toughest decision.
Gender Inequality
For a while there, the prospects were grave,
It was surely a very close shave,
We were just in the nick,
Found “reset” did the trick,
And thank goodness the pizzas got saved.
Okay, so following on from my earlier post, it looks like everything is okay.
Most likely, the door was left slightly ajar. It’s a common complaint with this model, that the doors do not secure well.
As the temperature rose, the unit alarmed, four times last night. I slept through three of them, but Mrs Bump wasted no time telling me what a disturbed night she’d had.
For poor old Mrs Bump got up four times.
Each time, she silenced the alarm, but did not investigate why the alarm had sounded in the first place.
So the temperature kept rising. And the freezer kept alarming. And sooner or later, I guess the motor decided it had had enough. Which is why the reset got it going again. With the door now closed, the freezer cooled.
At that point, I’d better stop. I’m not really past the “air turning blue” stage yet. I put it down to a man/woman thing.
I can’t blame her too much, I suppose, because it was probably me who left the door open in the first place. But that’s why I chose a unit that alarmed…
Fortunately all the food was saved, it was not left long enough to defrost. It’s just that this factory reset took an hour, then allowing the freezer to get back down to its operating temperature (-20C, I think it came to -4F), took several more.
A morning wasted.
The Wednesday Groan
The sailor sitting on the deck
could not play cards
Making you groan… any day of the week!
The Joy of Home Ownership
Last night at around midnight our freezer decided to go kaput.
Full of food. 2½ years old on a 2-year warranty. Liebherr.
I doubt I’ll have time to be around much until I get it sorted. Some posts are scheduled. Not many.
Made In Heaven
For Fandango’s Story Starter #29, where we build something around the following phrase:
She had thought about and imagined this moment for years, but she’d never expected…
Continue reading “Made In Heaven”The Tuesday Groan
A ship carrying blue paint
Hit a ship carrying red paint.
The passengers were marooned.
Making you groan… any day of the week!
Mister Bump 
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