well Totoro had a visit to the vet conjunctivitis is one eye
too much hiding in the neighbours garden
it's very expensive
I hope any grandkids I have become Vetst
though I very much doubt I'll live that long
average lifespan post Quadruple heart bypass is 11 years
and I've had 7, so if i get 4 more then I'm average
Though I did also do an online test
and even with my health conditions
because I don't smoke nor drink
i drink so little I am classed as a non drinker
so anyway FAT is not an issue
I'll live till 88 or was it 89
it said
which is practically immortal
So maybe I would have time
to have 4 more kids, maybe 1/2 Korean
and start a Kpop band
and as I have 3 breasts, I could help feed them too
Korea love you
Meanwhile tonight on Tomorrow a Kdrama about Collecting Souls
and Saving Suicides, the ghost of a girl saved her husband
and he sung a beautiful song. I think it would be a hit if released
Even in England
I don't understand a word of it, apart from subtitles below
and it touched me so
Also in the Woo Lawyer show, an Autism client
was very interesting, and touching too.
I root for the Autism girl, her movements are correct too
I've seen a guy in the street who has the same condition
and I was angry too, at how she was belittled in today's case
So all of you go watch Kdrama on your tv
and you can laugh and cry along too
My tinnitus is full on all day lately
who knows what the MRI and ECG will discover
at least no headache today, just NOISE and usual shoulder pain
This is my Life, PAIN
I could write full story stories but I cannot think clearly for a full HOUR
which what I need to write one
Hence the need for that speed typist
with the add on 4 kids becoming a Kpop band
maybe a nun will turn up and abandon her habit
And that reminds of an old story so I'll paste it in below
I wrote it in 2011 or 2013
Father Michael S.J. ©
By
Michael Casey
Michael just loved Louise to bits but sadly she did not love him , as she kept on telling
him . She was waiting for her dream man , but sadly he would never appear , so Michael had
to look elsewhere for a home for his love . So as he was beginning to learn Italian he thought
what if . What if he went to Rome , to the English College and trained for the priesthood , at
least his Italian would come in handy . Besides he just loved gossip and the confessional was
the perfect place to pick up hot juicy gossip . Then just think of it once he got back to England
and a Parish of his own he’d have a housekeeper , no more vacuum-cleaning for him, and
then he’d be invited out to people’s homes , so he’d never have to live off frozen food and a
cold life again . The more he thought about it , the more the idea appealed to him , yes he’d go
off to Rome and train for the priesthood . There was the question of sex of course , but he’d
cross that bridge when he came to it . There would always be a caring woman , even if they
didn’t actually have sex , it would be a kind of relationship of sorts , so he wouldn’t be lonely
, he was very talkative after all , he’d soon make friends of all sorts . He could be discrete
when he had to be after all .
So Michael started learning Italian , the book said put on a fake Italian accent and
mimic the tapes , he did feel a fool but if that was the way to learn then that’s what he’d do .
Good job nobody could see him as he first pretended to be the “Godfather” and then Don
Camillo . It was a sing-song kind of accent , up and down like a merry-go-round , but without
the dizzy sensation . He did four half hour lessons over the weekend , if it wasn’t fun he’d be
bored , so by using the little often method he was soon feeling comfortable with Italian .
Rome was nice , it always felt warm , well compared to Birmingham anyway .
Michael’s Italian wasn’t really needed as he was at the English College after all , but once
lessons were over he’d put some jeans on with an old tee shirt too , he ditched the shirt and tie
the first week he was there , it was just too hot . So jeans and tee shirt was his off duty
“uniform” , wandering around Rome was educational , everything seem vibrant , the accent
was funny at first , but after a month it no longer made him smile , they really did speak like
that , a sing song language , like birds twittering on trees . The prostitutes were also notable
by their beauty , if they were so pretty surely they didn’t need to sell their bodies , but it was
the oldest profession in the world , with story telling being the second oldest profession , no
doubt spilling the beans on who’d done what with whom . The girls grew to recognise Michael
, they called him a faggot at first when he turned down their offers of sex , until finally he told
them he was training for the priesthood . He was just sight-seeing , the “girls” hung out at the
popular sights , eager to pick up passing custom , so while Michael sat by the Trevi Fountain ,
and the Coliseum , and other popular places he’d see faces again and again . So soon he’d get
a nod and a wink from the girls as they waited for custom . He also saw them at early Sunday
Mass , they were still good Catholic girls after all .It was while he was sitting next to the Trevi
fountain that he met Maria , she was an Irish nun from Kerry . So Michael told her that his
family were Kerry people too , that broke the ice so they soon became firm friends . It was
very humid that night , so Maria took off her veil , only for her long red hair to come
tumbling down . Michael groaned inwardly , he just loved red hair , his lusts soon surfaced .
They went and had a few wines before saying their goodbyes, not before arranging to meet
again . So it soon became a regular feature , Maria would finish at the children’s home and
meet him at 9pm at the Trevi fountain . Soon she stopped wearing a veil , just a tee shirt and a
skirt . Michael’s lusts just grew and grew , and just when he thought they couldn’t get any
bigger they got bigger still .”You know I used to dream of meeting a red head , before I
decided to give my love to God “ he explained . “And I just love big shoulders on a man” came
the reply . Neither of them could stop themselves , so soon they were kissing . Several of
Michael’s prostitute friends applauded amongst the crowd , one even came up and gave him
the key to her flat . Michael looked at Maria and Maria looked at Michael . Inside five
minutes they were in bed , having torn the clothes off each other . Celibacy would have to take
a back seat from now on . Maria’s tee shirt was torn in two , Michael’s was in tatters too , as
for the zip on his trousers , well that was just broken asunder . Their passions spent Michael
went through the wardrobe until he found two new tee shirts .
Making their way back to the Trevi fountain they were afraid to look each other in
the eye . Michael handed back the key to one of the girls , Antoinette wasn’t there but Julia
promised to return the key . “Nice tee shirts “ she said her hand in front of her mouth hiding
a smile . Michael and Maria parted , Maria had broken her vows , and Michael would have
broken his if he’d had taken them yet . At least Maria wouldn’t be pregnant , her boyfriend
had ditched her for being infertile , so she ran away and became a nun , working with
children , because she couldn’t have any of her own she loved them the more . As for Michael
at least he hadn’t used a condom , so he hadn’t broken another old fashion Catholic law , so
his conscience was at least clear on that count . As for the sex , well that was fantastic , though
he wouldn’t mention it to Monsignor Ryan his tutor .
So it soon became a regular fixture , Michael and Maria would meet by the fountain
and one of the prostitutes would hand Michael the key to her flat . The lust was up to Michael
and Maria . Eventually as the months passed the girls had a spare key made , so Michael
ended up with twenty keys on a big chain , he sounded like a Jailor as he walked the keys
jangling . Rather than a priest who should have the sound of clicking as he walks , the sound
of rosary beads rattling . The years rolled by , the girls came to him for spiritual advice , his
only advice was use a condom , don’t catch any diseases from your clients , they are clients
and you are the client service . He also tried to remind them about the difference between love
and sex . Some of the girls did have boyfriends and husbands after all . Sometimes selling
your body is the only answer if you have mouths to feed and bills to pay . Michael never saw
things in black and white any more , there were always shades of grey .” God is merciful “, is
what he always said when he finished talking to the girls The time came for Michael’s
ordination , and Maria said the sex must stop , she was returning to England and she
wouldn’t tell him where . Once he took his vows he must return to celibacy . She would not
lead him astray , yes she’d broken her vows , but that was different , she wasn’t going to help
him break his . Michael couldn’t understand the logic . He said he’d not take his vows , but
she insisted as did the prostitutes , he would make a good preacher and confessor , he had the
gift of listening , of not being judgemental , he would make a good priest , his mind was open .
But Maria’s legs were closed , and crossed . There would be no sex , he would just have to
accept it . There would never be a relationship either , so he had to become a priest . If only
Louise had fallen in love with him he wouldn’t be in this predicament , but it was because
Louise turned him down that he had come to Rome and it was in Rome where he met Maria .
A redhead called Maria , who really did love him and fulfilled all his dreams and fantasies ,
and he hers .
God it wasn’t fair . So Michael was ordained , with twenty prostitutes looking on , he
couldn’t invite them as his personal guests , but they were there in the church looking on .
Barry and Steve had flown over from Birmingham to watch the ceremony , they hadn’t the
heart to tell Michael that Aston Villa were playing Roma in some football competition , that
was the real reason they were there . But the three of them got pissed together after the
ceremony , with Michael’s “girls” joining in the fun . So Michael was now Father Michael
S.J. , so soon he’d return to England and his new parish . The first thing he did was go back
to “Stats” and say Mass for them in the production office . If they knew what he’d been up too
they’d all condemn him , all except his true friends . And if they knew the stories the carpet
tiles could tell , beneath their very feet . A lot happens on a weekend night shift in the 70s and
80s , the Trevi Fountain was not the only place where things happen !
So Michael was given his Parish , it was in the Black Country just outside
Birmingham , it was the Parish of The Blacksmith and Singing Anvil , next to an old steel
works , it was actually called Saint Jude’s . Michael was depressed , he still loved Maria , he
should have never become a priest , but there was a shortage , and they had to work till at
least 75 , that’s why late vocations were allowed . So he fervently prayed for guidance , Saint
Jude is the patron saint of the impossible , so anything was possible . Then one day Mrs
Murphy came for confession , she was a good talker and he was a good listener , so eventually
he told her his confession . She was shocked at first but then she told him about her Patrick .
Patrick had been heartbroken when the girl of his dreams left him . But one day when the
RSPCA came to pick up a stray dog hadn’t the RSPCA man been a woman , and hadn’t it
been love at first sight , even though Patrick had smelt like a poof . Patrick had smelt like a
poof because his friend Amjit had made him a curry , no ordinary curry but one called
“Calcutta Surprize” , because it caught you unawares . So Patrick had to shower repeatedly
because of the surprize , and he ended up smelling like a poof and when Patrick had tried to
explain to June , that was the RSPCA man’s or rather woman’s name she thought that Amjit
was his boyfriend , and not just a friend , and that “Calcutta Surprize” was some form of gay
sex act , and not a curry. Anyway Mrs Murphy’s tale had made Michael laugh , so as there
was no more people to confess the pair went and had a cuppa in the presbytery . The long and
the short of it was that Patrick got June pregnant , and June had been saving herself . But it
was the will of God so Mrs Murphy was happy , besides Patrick was 30 and it least it proved
that he wasn’t really a poof !
The next day Maria arrived , Mrs Murphy knew what true love was , and she knew
Maria because she worked at the children’s home , you see Patrick was given a penance by
the priest for getting June pregnant before marriage , the penance was to raise money for the
children’s home . The very home where Maria had fled to , when she decided to end her
relationship with Michael , who says that life isn’t a circle . Maria rung the bell on the
presbytery door , Michael opened it and screamed with the shock . They didn’t get as far as
the bedroom , by the way you do know that all priests are given single beds to remind them
they are single , well that’s the theory anyway . No , they got as far as the stairs . Their child
was conceived on the stairs of St Jude’s presbytery . You see nothing is impossible to God , yes
he needs priests , but God believes in true love too . Michael got a job working for Patrick in
the bakery and Maria opened a sandwich shop , with Michael helping out . They went on to
have eight children , you see St Jude is emphatic , never say never ,never say impossible to St.
Jude or God for that matter,
LOVE WILL ALWAYS FIND A WAY .
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