The lighter side of life

The blog should be lightened up every now and again, personal stories, things that would be lost forever, stories of nothing really, but a smile in anyones life.


In these days of almost 24 hour shopping, the following is quite funny in the life of the hairdresser (Dorothy) and the taxi driver (Arthur).

Stanley Weldon, who was Arthurs lifetime friend and that best man at the wedding, tells the story of the move from Whiston in Lancashire to Wales as being a nightmare as the volume of stuff was underestimated, especially from the garage and various storerooms, plus there was the wrapping (in newspaper) of all the frozen goods from a 17 cubic foot chest freezer from my mums "buy a cow and pay on the never never" venture.

Dorothy was a member of a frozen food club, and that freezer was always full.

They emptied the huge freezer, loaded it into the van, wrapped all the food and packed it all back in. Then a 90 minute journey to Rhyl and the reverse process, unpack, unload, unwrap and repack.

The big problem down in Wales occured when it was realised that the power cord from the freezer wasn't long enough to reach the socket in the new garage, and of course, it was either after five o'clock or half day closing and the only available extension cord was hidden in a packing crate somewhere.

It's another one of those stories where you would have to be there to see the funny side of it all, another reason for my mum to break out a bottle of Malibu.

If only she could find it.....