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Friday, 22 March 2013


I opened this blog 19th September 2007 but I've now decided to close.

Thanks to everyone to who took time from their day to read my 'Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy' blogspot.   

Through the years I've enjoyed the comments and emails I received from 'fellow' bloggers and have a soft spot in my heart for them and all we shared together.  Their support, sense of humour, hobbies & skills, views & opinions and some damn good writing, were warmly welcolmed at all times, but particularly when life was not being particularly kind.  You've shared births, deaths, house-moves, country moves, job losses, diet problems, health issues, jokes, and some really personal stuff with me. Everyday people with everyday lives, who immensly enriched mine.

To the 'lurkers' who liked to look, but didn't like to comment, I feel I missed out on an opportunity to share with you, but that was your option - thank you for visiting, nevertheless. 

When I started out, I wondered if anyone would ever visit me - but at 'close of business' today ( 22nd March 2013) here are some other statistics:

707 posts
40,023 visits
59,910 all time page views
UK and USA were countries who visited most

I'm glad to say my blogging has not left me bankrupt - in fact I'm much richer in spirit through sharing this experience. So it's cheerio from me, and thanks again.

from Mrs Successful with love.

Sunday, 10 February 2013


We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?

If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England.
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes, we find
that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea
pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't
groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?  
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it? 

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? 
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? 
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. 

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? 
We ship by truck, but send cargo by ship. 
We have noses that run, and feet that smell. 
We park in a driveway, and drive in a parkway. 
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise 
man and a wise guy are opposites? 

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your 
house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on. 

And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?

Thursday, 3 January 2013


It's been a long, long time since I had a picnic in a car.  In fact it's been a long, long time since I've had a picnic at all.  However (and there's always a 'however'),  niece 'J', nephew 'H' and sister 'B' invited me to join them on their annual car picnic trip - this time to Troon.  No - we didn't have our cup around our necks like we did on the Sunday School trips all those years ago.

Niece and nephew have just bought a lovely big car with tons of elbow room for passing around out the goodies.  Sooooooo comfortable and roomy;  dining al fresco, Honda-style, was perfect, even although the weather was not.  It's nice to be treated - thanks to all for thinking 'bout me. 

Tuesday, 1 January 2013


December son, 'J' and I went to see 'Life of Pi' in the cinema this afternoon. 

The film centres around a a young man who survives a disaster at sea, and is plunged into an epic journey of adventure and discovery. While cast away, he forms an unexpected connection with another survivor ... a fearsome Bengal tiger. 

The film is shown in 3D and is, in my opinion, stupendous.  


Monday, 31 December 2012


Ricky Fulton and Gregor Fisher below as The Curries, emulating the famous Scottish group, The Corries.

The Curries

Compare it to The Corries singing a Scottish drinking song (but only one verse and the chorus).  

As Mrs Successful awaits the arrival of 2013, she's no awa' to bide awa' either.  In the meantime, "ALL THE BEST WHEN IT COMES."

Thursday, 27 December 2012


I received, among many other gifts, a Kaleidoscope for Christmas.  I remember having one as a child, and took it to bits to find out how it worked.  I was very disappointed to discover that putting it back together was just like a scene from 'Humpty Dumpty' - I couldn't rebuild it!

I love to fouter with this little piece of ingenuity so here are some photographs taken yesterday.  It's just so clever, isn't it?

Monday, 24 December 2012


The classic song, "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" was written in 1951 by Meredith Wilson, and was originally named, "It's Beginning to Look Like Christmas" It's been on the go since then, recorded by many artists and featured in numerous films.  Here's Dean Martin's version.


Sunday, 23 December 2012


My friend 'C' reminded me of "The Little Boy that Santa Claus Forgot" Christmas song this morning ... it's a 'saddy' because this wee boy doesn't have a 'daddy'. 

The song was written by Michael Carr, Tommie Connor & Jimmy Leach in 1937.  Nat King Cole recorded it on the Capitol Label in 1953.  It featured in films and has been recorded by several other singers - I like the NatKC version.  They don't make 'em like that anymore.

Saturday, 22 December 2012


Coincidently, and thanks to my watching Celebrity University Challenge last night, I learned that Gene Autry (The Singing Cowboy) who recorded “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” also recorded another Christmas favourite “Frosty the Snowman”.   Maybe lots of readers knew that, but I didn’t. 

The song is about a snowman, enchantingly brought to life by children placing a black top-hat on his head.  Although Frosty and the children adore playing together, the sun becomes too hot for poor Frosty,  and he is compelled to leave town, pledging to return one day.  Fantastic!