I don't know if any of you are old enough to remember an advertisement for pain killers when they spoke of it being good for 'the pain you can't explain'. The pain they were of course speaking about was period pain which was something you just didn't talk about back then.
The pain/s I now speak of are those that seem to come and go and you can't really explain just what they are. You can't go running to the doctor every time you feel a new pain and yet you wonder why it is there. Surely if there is a pain there is something causing that pain.
Do you just ignore it and hope it will go away and not return? With this osteo I have that begins at the top of my neck and continues right down through my joints to my big toes (so far my elbows are fine) I am obviously going to get the odd pain that wasn't here before on top of those that are there all the time. Are the new ones part of the arthritis? You just don't know do you and hope that's all it is.
I am definitely not a hypochondriac ... these pains are so real but you can't help wondering WHY?
I am positive that as one ages the doctors nod their heads and say... yes, you have to expect these things as you get older ... and you wonder if they eventually do give up on you.
I think this happened to my mum. She had been hit by a car when crossing the road near her home when she was about 72 and spent 7 months in hospital. We were first told she wouldn't live and then that she wouldn't walk but knowing the determination that woman had all her life we took that information with a pinch of salt. Not only did she live, she also walked with the help of her walking sticks and that with one leg about 4 inches shorter than the other. The right hip was so badly crushed they couldn't put it back together nor I gather do a hip replacement.
Eventually she moved herself into a very good retirement village where she had her own self-contained unit and with assistance from Silver Chain and the like she managed very well. The thing that worried me was the doctor who used to call on patients at the village. I never felt he took mum very seriously and of course with the injuries she had sustained plus other problems he perhaps just nodded and said yes, these things happen as people age. He once sent her off to hospital with a note written on the back of an old envelope. They promptly sent her back home without doing anything for her. I feel they had no idea why he'd sent her to them She eventually had to go to hospital again but that time didn't come out again.
After mum's death my daughter and I had the task of clearing out her unit and we discovered so many medicines, both prescription and over the counter, that I decided to make a list of them. It covered two columns on a quarto sheet of paper. Mum's main cause of death was a bleeding ulcer. They operated and I was warned not to be too hopeful. Quite honestly I think Mum had had enough and decided to call it quits. A sister in the hospital told her she couldn't go and live on her own again and I am sure that the threat of losing her independence was too much for her. I feel her condition should never have got as far as it did and I am sure all those medicines contributed to the ulcer.
I telephoned the doctor's surgery to let him know that Mum had died. I spoke to his receptionist and told her what I wanted to speak about. At that moment the doctor must have walked into the reception are as I heard the lady tell him that mum had died and would he like to speak to me. His reply "No, I can't see any reason to." I doubt he realised I heard his reply but it stays with me to this day.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
SOME MODERN TECHNOLOGY CAN BE A PAIN IN THE BUTT
I know that many technological advances in recent years, especially medical ones, have greatly advantaged the human race but there are times I wish we could go back to 'the good old days'.
A case in point are these 13 or 1300 numbers we now have to contend with when telephoning a business establishment of any type. First of all local calls from our landline cost us 18 cents but these 13 and 1300 calls cost us 30 cents each. I find this extraordinary and it is not really to our advantage at all. You are answered by a recording giving you sometimes up to 6 different choices depending on what you wish to talk about. There is not always a clear choice and occasionally you are fortunate enough to actually be allowed to speak to a consultant if there is a button for that but sometimes there is not so you take pot luck.
After you make your sometimes quite dubious choice you are then put on hold and quite often are told how important your call is to them (doesn't that make you feel all warm and fuzzy? not) and bombarded with lots of voice over advertisements or a terrible choice of recorded so-called music. I must admit though the other day when on hold I did listen to some beautiful piano music and was a little disappointed when I was finally answered. That was a bit tongue in cheek but it was nice music!!
There are other pitfalls with these 13 and 1300 number though and here is a case in point. Last Tuesday MOH took my car (well it's our car but it's in my name) to the RAC for it's regular service. He unfortunately was held up in traffic getting there so just missed the shuttle bus they use to drive people to their homes so had to walk a distance to wait for a bus and then a fairly long walk home from our local bus stop.
That of course has nothing to do with the telephone problem but I just mentioned it as poor MOH was a trifle worn out when he arrived home. The point is am making is the fact that by about 4.15pm we had heard nothing from the RAC about them collecting MOH to take him to the service centre to collect our car.
We telephoned their 1300 number and asked to be put through to the service centre in Myaree. For some reason we weren't but through so the waste of a call. 30 cents down the drain. The second time we were put through but the service centre was engaged and then the line just went dead. 60 cents now down the drain. We rang a third time and this time a very nice lass said she'd do her best to put us through but then came back and said she couldn't get through but took the name and number and said she'd have the service centre ring us back. We received no return call so now 90 cents down the drain.
By this time it was well after 4.30pm and as the centre closes at 5pm MOH and I decided a taxi was the way to go as we needed the car early the next morning. Fortunately the taxi arrived in good time and cost MOH $20 (that included a generous tip of $1.70...well in other words MOH didn't bother waiting for the change from the $18.30 fare). When he walked in he was told the car wasn't quite ready but oh, yes they would have sent the bus to pick him up from home!!! How on earth were we supposed to know that when we'd not heard anything from them all day nor been able to access them by telephone.
To make it even worse when they emailed me on 31 August to set up the service for the car they offered a $35 discount of the account if I booked it in for service before 31 October, on top of the usual 10% discount for RAC members. When MOH paid the bill the chap behind the counter said he knew nothing about that offer so no extra $35 discount.
I decided this wasn't good enough so thought I'd ring and hope to sort it out. I eventually found a direct number to the service centre but twice telephoned and didn't get through. I was given two choices: to book for a car service or enquire about a service. As neither were really applicable I chose the second choice. The phone rang and rang but there was no answer. Eventually it was a Telstra recording that said "The number you are calling is not responding. Please check the number and call again". Now how on earth did that happen. I did that a second time and exactly the same thing happened. 36 cent down the drain this time.
Next step was to ring the 1300 number again and I spoke to a most helpful lady and when I explained about not being given the $35 discount she said that was just not on and she tried to get through to the Myaree service centre but they didn't answer her either!!!! She took my name and membership number and said she would have somebody ring me next week to sort this out for me. She couldn't have been nicer or more helpful but once again no answer from that service centre even from the RAC themselves. We were now a total of $1.56 out of pocket. That may sound a small amount to most but when you are on an age pension you have to watch the cents as well as the dollars and when none of that expense is your fault it rankles somewhat, plus no results except, hopefully, from the final call.
There are a few (not nearly enough) organisations where you can use 1800 numbers which are free to call. One would think that really big businesses could afford to use the 1800 number rather than the 13 and 1300 numbers which the majority use. It would not only make it cheaper for customers to telephone them but would also make their clients/callers think much more kindly of them.
I know I've gone on just a wee bit about this but it was such a frustrating time and I wonder if others too are disgruntled about using those 13 and 1300 numbers and also constantly having to make sometimes ridiculous choices about what they want to talk about and then the waiting to get through. Maybe it's just 'cos I am old and remember the days when you spoke to a switchboard operator (a real human being) whom the firm she worked for told her she was the first callers had to do with the firm or department so she had to always be polite and on the ball. How wonderful it was back then. I know 'cos for 7 years I worked a switchboard (among other duties) of a quite busy firm. The boss actually told me that on several occasions his callers had complimented him on his switchboard operator. I felt proud that I spoke to people politely and helpfully which was a good introduction to the firm I worked for.
A case in point are these 13 or 1300 numbers we now have to contend with when telephoning a business establishment of any type. First of all local calls from our landline cost us 18 cents but these 13 and 1300 calls cost us 30 cents each. I find this extraordinary and it is not really to our advantage at all. You are answered by a recording giving you sometimes up to 6 different choices depending on what you wish to talk about. There is not always a clear choice and occasionally you are fortunate enough to actually be allowed to speak to a consultant if there is a button for that but sometimes there is not so you take pot luck.
After you make your sometimes quite dubious choice you are then put on hold and quite often are told how important your call is to them (doesn't that make you feel all warm and fuzzy? not) and bombarded with lots of voice over advertisements or a terrible choice of recorded so-called music. I must admit though the other day when on hold I did listen to some beautiful piano music and was a little disappointed when I was finally answered. That was a bit tongue in cheek but it was nice music!!
There are other pitfalls with these 13 and 1300 number though and here is a case in point. Last Tuesday MOH took my car (well it's our car but it's in my name) to the RAC for it's regular service. He unfortunately was held up in traffic getting there so just missed the shuttle bus they use to drive people to their homes so had to walk a distance to wait for a bus and then a fairly long walk home from our local bus stop.
That of course has nothing to do with the telephone problem but I just mentioned it as poor MOH was a trifle worn out when he arrived home. The point is am making is the fact that by about 4.15pm we had heard nothing from the RAC about them collecting MOH to take him to the service centre to collect our car.
We telephoned their 1300 number and asked to be put through to the service centre in Myaree. For some reason we weren't but through so the waste of a call. 30 cents down the drain. The second time we were put through but the service centre was engaged and then the line just went dead. 60 cents now down the drain. We rang a third time and this time a very nice lass said she'd do her best to put us through but then came back and said she couldn't get through but took the name and number and said she'd have the service centre ring us back. We received no return call so now 90 cents down the drain.
By this time it was well after 4.30pm and as the centre closes at 5pm MOH and I decided a taxi was the way to go as we needed the car early the next morning. Fortunately the taxi arrived in good time and cost MOH $20 (that included a generous tip of $1.70...well in other words MOH didn't bother waiting for the change from the $18.30 fare). When he walked in he was told the car wasn't quite ready but oh, yes they would have sent the bus to pick him up from home!!! How on earth were we supposed to know that when we'd not heard anything from them all day nor been able to access them by telephone.
To make it even worse when they emailed me on 31 August to set up the service for the car they offered a $35 discount of the account if I booked it in for service before 31 October, on top of the usual 10% discount for RAC members. When MOH paid the bill the chap behind the counter said he knew nothing about that offer so no extra $35 discount.
I decided this wasn't good enough so thought I'd ring and hope to sort it out. I eventually found a direct number to the service centre but twice telephoned and didn't get through. I was given two choices: to book for a car service or enquire about a service. As neither were really applicable I chose the second choice. The phone rang and rang but there was no answer. Eventually it was a Telstra recording that said "The number you are calling is not responding. Please check the number and call again". Now how on earth did that happen. I did that a second time and exactly the same thing happened. 36 cent down the drain this time.
Next step was to ring the 1300 number again and I spoke to a most helpful lady and when I explained about not being given the $35 discount she said that was just not on and she tried to get through to the Myaree service centre but they didn't answer her either!!!! She took my name and membership number and said she would have somebody ring me next week to sort this out for me. She couldn't have been nicer or more helpful but once again no answer from that service centre even from the RAC themselves. We were now a total of $1.56 out of pocket. That may sound a small amount to most but when you are on an age pension you have to watch the cents as well as the dollars and when none of that expense is your fault it rankles somewhat, plus no results except, hopefully, from the final call.
There are a few (not nearly enough) organisations where you can use 1800 numbers which are free to call. One would think that really big businesses could afford to use the 1800 number rather than the 13 and 1300 numbers which the majority use. It would not only make it cheaper for customers to telephone them but would also make their clients/callers think much more kindly of them.
I know I've gone on just a wee bit about this but it was such a frustrating time and I wonder if others too are disgruntled about using those 13 and 1300 numbers and also constantly having to make sometimes ridiculous choices about what they want to talk about and then the waiting to get through. Maybe it's just 'cos I am old and remember the days when you spoke to a switchboard operator (a real human being) whom the firm she worked for told her she was the first callers had to do with the firm or department so she had to always be polite and on the ball. How wonderful it was back then. I know 'cos for 7 years I worked a switchboard (among other duties) of a quite busy firm. The boss actually told me that on several occasions his callers had complimented him on his switchboard operator. I felt proud that I spoke to people politely and helpfully which was a good introduction to the firm I worked for.
Friday, October 19, 2012
AT TIMES I FEEL SORRY FOR MEN
That may sound strange as it seems so many women these days are against the male of our species and at times I can understand why and others not.
What I am talking about here is size....yes body size. Now I am a quite tall, large lady and since using insulin my girth has increased by about 4kg and unknown cms which makes me rather statuesque especially side on. I am fortunate in finding some loose fitting summer dresses that don't fit tightly and I also wear loose fitting tops during winter. We women don't need a fly in our trousers so mine all have elastic waists which fit nicely. I am not any smaller wearing that style of clothing but I feel I don't look as grotesque as women who wear tight fitting clothing and look like advertisements for Michelin tyres. That may sound rather bitchy but it is true. I do try to see myself as others see me but I guess others "frankly don't give a damn" to quote Clark Gable in "Gone With the Wind". Maybe there are so many big women around these days many have given up caring what they look like which is rather sad.
My daughter is a little on the large side as well and she too has always dressed according to her size and to me always looks very elegant, much more so than I ever do. She seems to have a flare for choosing the right clothes for her.
What is all this leading up to, you ask. Let me explain. MOH who has been using insulin for longer than I have and who always had quite a good waistline has put on about 14cms around the middle and now has a paunch, something he never sported before. He has gone up two trouser sizes and because he is not very tall needs a short or stout fitting which seem unavailable today. This means if he can find trousers to fit around his waist they will be many cms too long. I know for some reason men these days wear their trousers with wrinkles galore around their ankle but neither MOH or I think that looks terribly elegant.
Now with track pants and their elastic waists MOH is still wearing those he's had a while as they S.T.R.E.T.C.H but he now has about 3 pairs of good trousers in his wardrobe that just won't do up any more because they don't stretch. If only men could buy good trousers with elastic waists as we ladies can all his problems would be solved but he can't so it looks as though the trusty sewing machine will have to come out and new trousers will have to be shortened to a comfortable length for him.
Men's casual shirts (polo shirts and the like) also tend to rather hug their bodies and unless they wear sports shirts hanging out they can't hide that bulge as we can with our flowing tops. Casual shirts are fine in summer but usually you have to IRON them...shock horror.....we put the iron away several years ago as we both wear drip dry. I offered to buy MOH a couple of nice Hawaiian shirts that he could wear hanging out and I can't explain the look that came on his face. You had to be there.
All of this may sound a little nonsensical but I do feel for the poor man as he is now becoming conscious of this body problem he has whereas I've been conscious of mine for many years although now it is of course getting worse although I've not put on any weight now for about 2 months so perhaps it has really stopped going up. One can always hope.
What I am talking about here is size....yes body size. Now I am a quite tall, large lady and since using insulin my girth has increased by about 4kg and unknown cms which makes me rather statuesque especially side on. I am fortunate in finding some loose fitting summer dresses that don't fit tightly and I also wear loose fitting tops during winter. We women don't need a fly in our trousers so mine all have elastic waists which fit nicely. I am not any smaller wearing that style of clothing but I feel I don't look as grotesque as women who wear tight fitting clothing and look like advertisements for Michelin tyres. That may sound rather bitchy but it is true. I do try to see myself as others see me but I guess others "frankly don't give a damn" to quote Clark Gable in "Gone With the Wind". Maybe there are so many big women around these days many have given up caring what they look like which is rather sad.
My daughter is a little on the large side as well and she too has always dressed according to her size and to me always looks very elegant, much more so than I ever do. She seems to have a flare for choosing the right clothes for her.
What is all this leading up to, you ask. Let me explain. MOH who has been using insulin for longer than I have and who always had quite a good waistline has put on about 14cms around the middle and now has a paunch, something he never sported before. He has gone up two trouser sizes and because he is not very tall needs a short or stout fitting which seem unavailable today. This means if he can find trousers to fit around his waist they will be many cms too long. I know for some reason men these days wear their trousers with wrinkles galore around their ankle but neither MOH or I think that looks terribly elegant.
Now with track pants and their elastic waists MOH is still wearing those he's had a while as they S.T.R.E.T.C.H but he now has about 3 pairs of good trousers in his wardrobe that just won't do up any more because they don't stretch. If only men could buy good trousers with elastic waists as we ladies can all his problems would be solved but he can't so it looks as though the trusty sewing machine will have to come out and new trousers will have to be shortened to a comfortable length for him.
Men's casual shirts (polo shirts and the like) also tend to rather hug their bodies and unless they wear sports shirts hanging out they can't hide that bulge as we can with our flowing tops. Casual shirts are fine in summer but usually you have to IRON them...shock horror.....we put the iron away several years ago as we both wear drip dry. I offered to buy MOH a couple of nice Hawaiian shirts that he could wear hanging out and I can't explain the look that came on his face. You had to be there.
All of this may sound a little nonsensical but I do feel for the poor man as he is now becoming conscious of this body problem he has whereas I've been conscious of mine for many years although now it is of course getting worse although I've not put on any weight now for about 2 months so perhaps it has really stopped going up. One can always hope.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRECIOUS
Our beautiful little friend is celebrating her 11th birthday this week. We got her from the Cat Haven in December 11 years ago when she was no more than 6 weeks old so we estimated back that her birthday would have been around about the 14th October so we have made this her official birthday.
We actually brought home 2 beautiful little kittens...a white and grey one and a grey one with a touch of tabby. Poor dear Henry died in his sleep in August 3 years ago. Precious and Henry were both lying in front of a fan heater when it happened and she immediately knew something bad had happened to Henry and for some months afterwards she wouldn't come into the living room and acted quite strangely. It took her some time to get over the trauma of Henry's death but eventually she was OK. Henry had been the dominant cat for most of the 8 years they were together but Precious gradually began to make her presence felt and now she is the boss of the house.
This morning as MOH and I got out of bed Precious came into our bedroom miaowing more tunefully than usual as though she knew it was her special day. No ordinary meow but more a sort of yodel....marowow marowow...if that makes any sense.
We both hope that our little mate will be with us another few years and that we too will be around to enjoy her friendship and to care for her as she ages. We think even now she is spending less time out of doors in the daytime and sleeping more. She is obviously having more 'nanny naps' than before.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRECIOUS xxxx
NOW YOU CAN SEE IT!!
See what? you ask. My wonderful daughter has now helped by showing my new blog "Dear Mum and Dad" on my home page so if you do want to take a peek at some more meanderings of this geriatric great-grandmother you can. No promises of anything interesting but just yours truly having a chat with her folks about things that pop into her mind from time to time.
My loving thanks to K for interrupting her busy life to make this possible computer illiterate mother of hers. xxxx
My loving thanks to K for interrupting her busy life to make this possible computer illiterate mother of hers. xxxx
Saturday, October 13, 2012
MY NEW BLOG
As I promised I have begun my new blog and from now on will try and write about my daily doings in a letter format to my folks.
I had hoped to show this new blog on this page but have spent so much time trying to find out how to organise it to no avail. I just do not understand any of the instructions they give as they are obviously 'talking' to people with a full understanding of computers and blogging in general.
Until such time as some kind person can spend a little bit of time assisting me I doubt anyone will find my new blog anyway. I titled it Dear Mum and Dad.
I have also been trying to find out how to show a list of blogs I follow on my home page but that is also beyond me. I now have to go to my daughter's home page and check through the list of blogs he follows till I find those I'd like to have a peek at. This is very time consuming as well as frustrating.
You are all so clever in being able to show all the things you choose to show on your blogs and sometimes I often wonder how I ever actually managed to have a blog of my own! Perhaps it was before they made changes and complicated it all so much more than before.
Anyway I am now off to cook dinner...a simple grilled pork cutlet with salads. The weather turned very warm suddenly and so salads were bought but now the day has become quite cold but salads it is going to be 'cos I don't have any other vegies in the fridge right now.
Hopefully all the above problems will be solved shortly and I will have a blog page with all the gadgets I want on it...I think they call them gadgets or is it widgets??? Honestly I really only understand plain English so they've lost me. I need leading out of the wilderness......soon....please!!!!
I had hoped to show this new blog on this page but have spent so much time trying to find out how to organise it to no avail. I just do not understand any of the instructions they give as they are obviously 'talking' to people with a full understanding of computers and blogging in general.
Until such time as some kind person can spend a little bit of time assisting me I doubt anyone will find my new blog anyway. I titled it Dear Mum and Dad.
I have also been trying to find out how to show a list of blogs I follow on my home page but that is also beyond me. I now have to go to my daughter's home page and check through the list of blogs he follows till I find those I'd like to have a peek at. This is very time consuming as well as frustrating.
You are all so clever in being able to show all the things you choose to show on your blogs and sometimes I often wonder how I ever actually managed to have a blog of my own! Perhaps it was before they made changes and complicated it all so much more than before.
Anyway I am now off to cook dinner...a simple grilled pork cutlet with salads. The weather turned very warm suddenly and so salads were bought but now the day has become quite cold but salads it is going to be 'cos I don't have any other vegies in the fridge right now.
Hopefully all the above problems will be solved shortly and I will have a blog page with all the gadgets I want on it...I think they call them gadgets or is it widgets??? Honestly I really only understand plain English so they've lost me. I need leading out of the wilderness......soon....please!!!!
Friday, October 12, 2012
FAMILY MEMBERS 4 and 5...TWO NIECES
I spoke in length about my adopted brother Len and his wife Jean. Apart from mum and dad they were the only family I knew although mum did have a father and a married sister in England but of course I never met them and only knew of them through letters they wrote to mum.
Finally my family grew.....after several years of hoping for a family Jean found she was expecting their first child and this caused great excitement as they had almost given up hope and had actually begun to make arrangements to adopt a baby.
My first niece, Penelope (known always as Penny) was born in 1948 when I was 16 and although it is difficult to believe, it was the first time in my life I had had anything to do with a baby or even a very young child. She was a bonnie baby with blond curls and much loved by both families.
My second niece, Wendy was born in 1950. She was also a bonnie baby but she tended to have straighter hair but to me they were both gorgeous. I always enjoyed being allowed to have a cuddle of both of them when they were tiny.
In unfortunately missed both their christenings. When Penny was christened I was ill in bed and at the time of Wendy's christening I was away on a working holiday in Melbourne.
Our family lived only a few streets away from them in North Perth so I would quite often call in to their home on my way home from work. I used to walk from Perth to North Perth most nights as I always enjoyed walking.
Eventually they moved to a more distant suburb so we saw less of them but Wendy when she was about 13-14 used to come and stay with us on weekends and during school holidays so we got to know her better than we did Penny.
In her late teens Penny went to the eastern states to work so we saw even less of her.
We did attend both their weddings and they were really special. Penny at her wedding breakfast had pipers playing (her maternal grandmother was a Scotswoman) but strangely enough Wendy, who had her wedding breakfast in the beautiful back garden of her parents' home, did not have pipers although she actually did marry a Scot.
After the girls married and grew up we only saw them very occasionally which I felt rather sad about but that's the way life goes. They both had two children each (a pigeon pair in each case) and now have grandchildren of their own of whom they are very proud.
Wendy was sadly widowed in June, 2009 but she is still enjoying her life and has her sister, her family and lots of friends. Penny and her husband live in a semi-rural area and carry on an import business and seem content with their life.
I have included Penny and Wendy in my family as they were quite a big part of my life when I was a teenager and into my 20s and 30s.
Finally my family grew.....after several years of hoping for a family Jean found she was expecting their first child and this caused great excitement as they had almost given up hope and had actually begun to make arrangements to adopt a baby.
My first niece, Penelope (known always as Penny) was born in 1948 when I was 16 and although it is difficult to believe, it was the first time in my life I had had anything to do with a baby or even a very young child. She was a bonnie baby with blond curls and much loved by both families.
My second niece, Wendy was born in 1950. She was also a bonnie baby but she tended to have straighter hair but to me they were both gorgeous. I always enjoyed being allowed to have a cuddle of both of them when they were tiny.
In unfortunately missed both their christenings. When Penny was christened I was ill in bed and at the time of Wendy's christening I was away on a working holiday in Melbourne.
Our family lived only a few streets away from them in North Perth so I would quite often call in to their home on my way home from work. I used to walk from Perth to North Perth most nights as I always enjoyed walking.
Eventually they moved to a more distant suburb so we saw less of them but Wendy when she was about 13-14 used to come and stay with us on weekends and during school holidays so we got to know her better than we did Penny.
In her late teens Penny went to the eastern states to work so we saw even less of her.
We did attend both their weddings and they were really special. Penny at her wedding breakfast had pipers playing (her maternal grandmother was a Scotswoman) but strangely enough Wendy, who had her wedding breakfast in the beautiful back garden of her parents' home, did not have pipers although she actually did marry a Scot.
After the girls married and grew up we only saw them very occasionally which I felt rather sad about but that's the way life goes. They both had two children each (a pigeon pair in each case) and now have grandchildren of their own of whom they are very proud.
Wendy was sadly widowed in June, 2009 but she is still enjoying her life and has her sister, her family and lots of friends. Penny and her husband live in a semi-rural area and carry on an import business and seem content with their life.
I have included Penny and Wendy in my family as they were quite a big part of my life when I was a teenager and into my 20s and 30s.
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