Do you believe in astrology?

[joebloggs]

Always read the wrong month and my actual start sign prediction either to myself or to another person, often people really identify with it and often the wrong one I would think summed me up better.

how u doing Andy ?
my misses still waiting for her certs again from the phils so she can register with the gmc, the clerk who filled in the summary of her internship made a mess of it and missed the whole of dec out , the only good thing it can be used for is wiping your

anyway wasted £40 getting a courier to send it to us, and also wasted weeks, well the misses mom gave her a and she's sending a new one to my misses mom, it better be right this time, so hopefully my misses can apply for registration b4 end of dec/ early jan and it could be a couple of months to process, will this ever end

[KeithD]

how u doing Andy ?
my misses still waiting for her certs again from the phils so she can register with the gmc,

[joebloggs]

i posted it here, so you wouldn't see it

your snooping again scouser keith

[Arthur Little]

Let's not "knock it", folks! I'd like to acquaint the "doubters" with an experience I had in my formative years.

At Primary School, a black-haired, dark-skinned female classmate "predicted" I would die when I was ten years old. In the [evidently mistaken] belief that I was a healthy lad, I laughed it off. Shortly afterwards, I was rushed to hospital by ambulance. Turned out I'd a ruptured appendix ... and had to undergo emergency surgery outwith normal operating hours. Just as well, because my parents were informed it been "touch and go". This was in November 1954 ... when peritonitis was potentially lethal! I then had to have a "drain" inserted to clear the poison from my system ... added to which, I received twice-daily injections of penicillin in my before being allowed home.

I've never forgotten that episode in my life ... when I very nearly died!

[KeithD]

I've never forgotten that episode in my life ... when I very nearly died!

So you're not dead then? Thank God for that as we've still got 13 birthday cards left we got cheap with the word 'Grandad' on it

[Arthur Little]

:lol2:

Let's not "knock it", folks! I'd like to acquaint the "doubters" with an experience I had in my formative years.

At Primary School, a black-haired, dark-skinned female classmate "predicted" I would die when I was ten years old. In the [evidently mistaken] belief that I was a healthy lad, I laughed it off. Shortly afterwards, I was rushed to hospital by ambulance. Turned out I'd a ruptured appendix ... and had to undergo emergency surgery outwith normal operating hours. Just as well, because my parents were informed it been "touch and go". This was in November 1954 ... when peritonitis was potentially lethal! I then had to have a "drain" inserted to clear the poison from my system ... added to which, I received twice-daily injections of penicillin in my before being allowed home.

I've never forgotten that episode in my life ... when I very nearly died!

On the other hand ... later in life, I had occasion to visit a gypsy fortune teller in her caravan at the Fife seaside resort of Burntisland.

Crossing my palm with silver, and gazing into her crystal ball [as is the archetypal soothsayer's wont] ... she proceeded to inform me that I'd have 3 kids - each of whom, would (as SHE put it) "do me proud" - and go to Canada.

Well, in the event, I have only TWO children ( that I KNOW of, anyway!! :lol2 and ... yes, they're BOTH a source of pride. And, I also went to Canada [or, at least, crossed the Canadian Border]. But only fleetingly - on a whistle-stop, tour of Vancouver - whilst on a five weeks' holiday in the US, after I was widowed.

So I suppose, strictly speaking, it could be argued that the dear lady was two-thirds correct in her predictions!!