Oh Dear,
Unintentional.Really does help when people do explain though.

Thanks for pointing It out.Now that I know, I can understand why people
get upset by It.

To start with, I thought It was litteraly because I was using capital
letters.Now that I am aware that It is considered rude, I can
understand why people get upset by It.
I have much to learn.....

Isn't It ironic that we share the same language, yet It's conertations
can be so different?
Rather the same s the debate about pants, meaning underware over here,
but trousers over there?!
Before someone points out that I spelt conertations wrong, sorry:(I'm
spelling phoneticaly)...
And, sorry Bookie & Cyber too
S:o)

Typical feline behaviour and train of thought too really, isn't it?
Open one, & they look at you as though you are demented..yet leave one
closed & that is the exact one they desire you to open of course.

I used to leave the down stairs lav window open for the mogg's, until
one day.I left it a little too open and we were burgled by some smack
heads looking for anything that they might sell for immediate cash
value @ cash converter's.
It wasn't so much what they took and sold, it was the sentimental value
of some of the items that hurt most.

They took a cam corder,couple of mobile phoes,the dvd player & one of
the schools laptop's-that took some explaining...anyway,as I was
saying,it wasn't particularly the cam corder,it was the tape inside it
of the kids when Jack was in the speacial care baby unit;Tilly's
christening ect.

Since then,I have found myself checking everything twice before leaving
the house.I have decided that the only anwer has got to be a cat flap
that is well away from any door or place where they can reach anything
of sentimental value, ever agin-hence is it possible to fit a cat flap
through glass?I had upvc fitted windows and doors fitted..dumb a.s that
I am, I forgot to consider where the hell I am going to fit the cat
-flap.

Mainly bullshit.I have never really ever held any sort of academic
postions before.
I worked in a butchers,deli & bakery for many many years.The boss knew
I couldn't read,& could barely write my own name, but it wan't an
issue.

I happened to be purchasing some meat for tea one day, when she asked
the group of 6th formers if anyone of them wanted a job that particular
evening-wahsing up after closing hours.
I have no idea what posesed me, but as not even one of them was very
forthcoming, I said that I would do it if she really did need
someone.After closing, she asked me if I wanted a regular job doing it,
so I agreed to take it.This went on for some months,until one day she
asked me to put the new stock away that had just been delivered.At that
point I had no option other than to admit I had a problem.

Instead of sacking me on the spot, she worked out a colour coding sytme
for me to help me know what went where in the fridges and freezers( a
lot of it was common sense anyway(ie:meat goes in ther meat chiller,
cakes go in the freezer ect)

Then she taught new other skills, such as sausage making, how to use
the oven,what temperatures were needed to bake specific items such as
bread,cakes & turkeys.It wasn't hard to know what people wanted, & as
she knew I had problems with it, she never made me deal with phone
orders.By this stage I was learnig my alphabet with her & had started
to recognise some words too.I could count which was the most important
qualification in that job-I didn't find ham, beef or pork too
difficult,so I could follow basic orders-paractising baking at 4am took
a bit of learning, but once taought, it was a doddle to follow orders
for customers(don't forget I live in a village, so knew most people and
what they wanted).I didn't need to be able to read that I needed to
follow basic health risk's, such as washing my hands,& in the end I was
baking for her, running the butchery & taking telephone orders as well
as making them via memory & reminders.

I did this job for years, but eventually she sold the shop to a vet,
who took me on to help with animal husbandry.Lola Is the name of the
vet up here, & Julia saved me the humiliation of having to admit it to
her(my old boss!).My duties consisted of litteral animal husbandry,& by
this time, my daughter Katie was starting to help me at home with
reading,spelling & writing -out of all of them I found wrting the
hardest-I had to learn how to hold a pen and write-Try using the oposit
hand to your normal one, then you will understand exactly what I
mean,lol!

I was able to folow basic instruction  because abc was fairly simple-it
was copying and writing that got to my knickers in a twist.I quite
enjoyed that job, but it all came to a sudden end because my
partner,Paul, broke his back@ work.He was a maintainance fitter at a
brick manufactury(London Brick Company)

I was needed at home, so bang went the job...However,It gave the time
to start concentrating soley on the reading, writing, and education in
general.It has been a very mixed blessing, but on the whole  I am glad
that I did bother in the end.
I went to remedial classes because they were free,& worked up from
there.I would love to do a Gcse If I could eventually though.I can
honestly say that It has  changed my life.Afer that I decided to a
simple IT course, & here I am today:o)

The vast amjority of people are really god to me when I *came out*
2years ago, but I stilll get the odd twat who thnkis it's funny to have
a jibe, I suppose..Sod them...Simple really!Paul, my better half has
been doing a lot to hel pout with the writing and reading too.
I know more than he does interlectualy, but he can do a better job of
putting it down on paper- so between us, we make a formidable
partnership,lol....
Occasionally I work for a chap who works on one of the Usaf bases,
selling chicken kebabs.It is cash in hand & I need the cash quite often
to keep the moggies in vet fee's.
That is why she does me good favour's, becuase she kmows that she only
has to say that she needs me desperately for a morning or night if she
happens to have a sicky in, then I will go in & do ob's for her & care
overnight, umness medication is needed,I can work alone Still enjoy it
& And it gets me out of theses four walls.
The cats were a by product of working at thr vets and also where aI got
the second ragdoll from-a lady who coudn't settle her bill & had
frankly hads enough-Stupid freak!!!!!I love all of my cat equally, but
all of them seperate reasons.

I feel for you with the applications Bookie~I know how bloody miserable
it can be.
You spend hours trying to be creative, polite and ineresting.. & they
cant even be arsed to write a foot note back.
My daughter Katie, has just had to work for social services right
through the summer  for absolutely nothing-not a single
penny!!!fultime, too...
Have fun!!!!
The reason for thiss was because she wants to do a post graduate degree
to become a social worker.The things that they*make* you do in the name
of education?!!!!!Her boyfriend is doing medecine-even harder...makes
you wonder why sometimes doesn't It?
Keep me up to date with how It all goes, won't you?And we wish you
every bit of lck tthatyou might need to get the career that you want!!
S;o)