tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30679239804395718792012-02-14T10:16:36.942-08:00Tales of life with Bert. He is driven; the rest of us are driven mad.Tilly Mint...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971370513808010385noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067923980439571879.post-75653900209875162442008-04-15T15:31:00.000-07:002008-04-16T10:32:06.774-07:00

Regular readers will know that I was without my car for a very long time, thanks to Bert's insistence on using a particular mechanic that he went to school with. Bert applies this 'can't trust anyone you didn't go to school with' logic to most aspects of our lives. Plumbers, electricians, builders, the car mechanic - they all went to school either with him or his brother. It's amazing he

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Bert received a cheque for £500 this morning following a dispute with our electricity company. He calls it a result - I call it a damn nuisance. Every time he 'wins' it encourages him to write even more letters of protest. Some of you may remember Bert's recent interaction with the Post Office. Feeling good after this morning's success, he decided it was time to write to the PO.I couldn't

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As some of you may know, I recently started a Diploma in Coach-Mentoring. Bert, as you would expect, is being as supportive as he can.I had my first proper coaching session with one of my 'coachees' today. I was quite apprehensive but it seemed to go very well. Bert asked how it went. "It was really good," I replied. "Afterwards she said that she had found it very powerful."Guess which of

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I was watching Grand Designs the other day, and it reminded me of when I once watched it with Bert in our previous house.It was the episode when they converted an old waterworks, and my brother and his wife were also watching with us. At one point, the couple on TV were sanding the very large ceiling in their lounge, using just a small sanding device. The ceiling was in very poor repair and it

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Bert is currently upsetting our younger daughter (L).Most weekday mornings Bert starts his day with a cycle ride (of sorts: I think I may post on that next time), or a long run around the neighbourhood. He has done this for many years, and the girls have always found it highly embarrassing. We live just up the road from their old primary school, and around the corner from their current

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I have another course workshop coming up in May, and today I was investigating accommodation options. I was a bit horrified at how expensive everywhere seems to be. Bert's suggestions were helpful, as always:Ask the barrister if she will pay half of your hotel fee. (See my previous post)How about camping? That's your other option.Bert seems to think that because the person I crashed into is a

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I've just been away for a couple of days, starting a coach-mentoring course. I figure that if I can't get Bert to change his ways, I can at least do my bit to help others change theirs.The workshop was amazing: very intensive (and exhausting), a fantastic learning experience, and an unexpectedly enjoyable social event. My fellow learners are open, friendly, relaxed and very interesting to talk

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I often complain that Bert doesn't have the knack of pleasant chit-chat. It is my belief that he only speaks when necessary (and that's according to his definition of necessary, not anyone else's). Yesterday I decided to prove this, and started to record everything he said to me. This is a complete transcript of the first couple of hours (after that I told him what I was doing and then we had

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Bert had an altercation with the Post Office today. He has sent a number of recorded delivery letters recently, all of which have failed to arrive.I hardly need tell you that these are letters of complaint. He is writing to the electricity board to complain about them digging up his (our) garden to lay their cables without consent. Hmmm - maybe he sent my Valentine card by recorded delivery,

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I'm seeing a career transition coach at the moment. Every time we meet, I come away feeling hugely positive and capable of doing anything I want to do. I think I'd like to be a coach and make people feel good, too.For anyone else out there who is thinking about coaching, you might want to try my little quiz first.So you want to be a coach?1. Someone you know says that they would like to become

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We visited our pals the Scouse Gits yesterday.At one point, Bert started debating the nature of empathy. (Yeah, you're right. We had started drinking by this time.)In order to illustrate his point, Bert turned to the Gits' 19 year old daughter."Hey [beautiful daughter of very close friends], you'd piss on me if I was on fire, wouldn't you?""Of course!" she replied politely.Bert, suddenly

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"Can I have your banana?"The woman behind the counter didn't know quite how to respond to Bert's strange request. "Er...what?," she replied.Let me explain. Yesterday Bert had an appointment in the dermatology department of our local hospital. This has nothing whatsoever to do with his recent elbow / hand injuries. Amongst his many other complaints**, Bert suffers with lichen planus in his

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A while ago I complained that Bert never notices when I've had my hair done. Today he noticed straight away. And here's why:Yes, I'm a ginger nut!Over the past few months I've let my hair revert to its natural grey (to match my mood) and today I decided that I should brighten it up (to match my new mood). Why today in particular? Well, tonight I have a 'big night out', and I didn't want to

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I'm so lucky.To have Bert, that is.He has such concern for my health and wellbeing he is making it impossible for me to take the easy option. You know how we all moan about how much thinner / fitter / better off we were before we were foolish enough to acquire a car? And, notwithstanding this, how impossible it is not to jump in the car every time you need to pop out for the least thing?

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Bert's Belated New Year Resolutions: I will be much nicer to my wife and show affection in a frequent, spontaneous and unprompted manner. Furthermore, I will be prepared to do this in front of family, friends and other associates.I will stop haranguing my wife with my worries about the kids' schoolwork and (lack of) fitness, and I will refrain from making her always be the 'bad cop' by issuing my

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Another word-for-word document from Bert. This time it's an email he sent to a friend. Bert should really write this blog himself to save me 'telling tales', but naturally he is far too busy doing Important Things.To jack-knife a bike simply follow the instructions below:1. Get out of the saddle and apply power to the legs2. When at maximum output call on God to throw the chain off the top

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I warn you: this tale is definitely not for the squeamish.One of our cats came in with a live bird the other day. Bert managed to get the bird away from the cat, but with only one hand was unable to catch it (the bird) and required some assistance. Being at his beck and call is nothing particularly new to me, as Bert has always regarded me as his PA/gopher. However, since he got his broken elbow

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New Year's Eve: a group of us (at a party) were talking about my blog but not everyone had heard of it. Then I overheard this snippet:S: "What's it called?"K: "Living with Bert."S: "Who's Bert?"K: "Knobhead over there."My job is done.

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Note: It might make more sense if you read the previous post before reading this one.To whom it may concern.I am writing with respect to recent medical treatment that I have received at the [...] County Hospital in the orthopaedic fracture clinic.It will be easier if I first explain the circumstances of my visit to the hospital together with the resultant care and diagnosis at which point I will

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This Christmas will be remembered as 'the one when Bert had a broken arm'. Or possibly had a broken arm. He has had more diagnoses than we've had turkey dinners, and his cast has been on and off like ... well ... like a tart's drawers.And Bert has talked of nothing else. I now know everything I need to know (and a bit more besides) about scaphoid, capitate and triquetral fractures of the

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I've just been tidying up my text messages, and I thought I'd share a few from Bert. These are the more wordy ones; usually they consist of "yes", "no", "maybe" etc. in response to texts from me. Of course I've generally forgotten my question by the time I get the cryptic replies. However, the messages below prove how articulate Bert can be when he wants to be (i.e. when he is pissed, which

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"I can't push the teabag against the side of the cup."Then Bert farted loudly. "That's not like you!" I remarked. (It really isn't like him - he doesn't like to show a lack of control.) "I know," he said, "But I'm in pain here."I've mentioned Bert's physical jerks before. He goes for a long run or bike ride four mornings a week, whatever the weather and no matter how he's feeling. This morning,

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We're back (and we've been back for ages!). I'll offer no excuses, and simply hope that today's classic Bert story will win you round.First, the background. On 12th November we ordered a telly from Dixons with a promised delivery date of 26th. You know the story: one delay/excuse follows another but finally we had a delivery arranged for this afternoon.I was out and Bert wasn't sure he'd be

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Oops. It's been so long since I last posted I accidentally typed 'lovingwithbert' into Google. Anyway, on that note I thought I'd better offer you a quickie.Here are some possible reasons why I haven't posted for a while: Bert leftI leftI was showing solidarity for the UK postal strikeThe Internet was brokenI've been awayI won the lotteryBert stopped being funnySorry to tease - of course it is

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Bless me, what a sheltered life I've led. Of course there are enema fetishists and poo porn fans out there. I've been checking where people are coming to my site from, and there are more than you might have thought. Or is everyone at it and I just never realised?Now, if I were to include phrases like 'shit smearing', 'enema angels', 'Rubber Latex Inflatable Enema With Thick Sheath Fetish' on

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A few weeks ago I had to have a barium enema. It's not the most pleasant experience to have but at least it wasn't painful like the sigmoidoscopy, just rather embarrassing. I wonder if there is an enema fetish club? Maybe I could sell them my pics. "Please turn this way madam, bottom in the air...fabulous!""Now the other side...careful with the tube!""If you want to let anything out just go

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So, I've had my hair done. It looks pretty good for an older, prematurely grey-haired woman with mad, dry hair.The girls both noticed immediately and said how nice it is. No comment from Bert.A bit later G (Bert's brother) turned up and said, "Oh! Have you changed your hair or something?" (He's one step further up the developmental ladder than Bert.)So I said, "Yes, and everyone has noticed

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Cleverly combining the 'lack of compliments' and 'hair-do' themes of recent posts, here is a transcript of a conversation Bert and I have just had.(Note: I went grey at a young age and usually dye my hair.) Me: I'm getting my hair done tomorrow. Do you have any views on what I should have done, or are you indifferent? Bert: Well, how do you want it done? Me: I'm asking for your

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I just remembered that at that meal we had with my family Bert had very unusually and unexpectedly, in the midst of the tense atmosphere, paid me a compliment.This is the guy who has never paid me a real compliment in all the years we've been together. When we first met, he said that my nose was almost perfect. But since then it's been a round of: Me: How do I look? [whenever I dress up, e.g

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Actually, that last post reminds me that Bert doesn't just look like Krusty the Clown. The same mad hair thing gives him a passing resemblance to John McEnroe.The first time Bert got mistaken for McEnroe was when we were in one of the theme parks in Orlando. A couple of pretty teenage girls ran up to him screaming, "It's John McEnroe!" Rather than disappoint them he went ahead and signed their

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Bert wants me to cut his hair.In the century we've been together, I'm the only person who has ever had the privilege of cutting his hair. Actually, he's quite funny (funny peculiar, not funny ha-ha) about anyone even touching his hair. I've got one of these and every now and then I like to sneak up and have a go on Bert. It's quite dangerous though - he is liable to hit out before he can stop

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We had my family to stay last week, and Bert seemed to find it a bit stressful (it coincided with him being particularly busy). So for a few days he was stomping around being generally grumpy and uncommunicative, which he can do so well.Anyway, we sat down for dinner one night and chatted about this and that. Suddenly, apropos of nothing in particular, Bert announces that "some people are just

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Our friend K reminded me of this funny moment from our Paris trip. I mentioned previously that Bert doesn't speak French, but I was being a little unfair because he did try once...Bert: Deux bieresWaiter: Gruyère??This was the night of the 900g steak. Luckily the waiter didn't bring a cheese board as we were rather stuffed. As well as the giant steak, we had consumed a huge amount of lovely

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Bert's mum was up for dinner on Sunday and was telling us about her week. In amongst complaints about the weather and failing to book a holiday was the following gem.She was on the bus the other day and saw someone she thought she recognised - a woman called Gay(nor) that she had worked with quite a few years ago. When she stood up to get off the bus, she stopped by the woman and asked, "Excuse

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Remember G, Bert's brother? I've been intending to mention that he is now officially an Iron Man, albeit a slow one as Bert constantly reminds me (14+ hours to finish). G is now in post-recovery mode and starting to risk actual physical movement once more.G's wife was not at all pleased when he decided to gatecrash her Hot Yoga class. I hadn't heard of Hot Yoga before - apparently it takes

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Well, Paris was fab. Bert looked after our wellbeing by making sure we didn't overdo the Metro and got plenty of walking done. There was a lot of sightseeing and general mooching, some nice meals out, and not nearly enough sitting in pavement cafés watching the world go by.Just in case the sights weren't sufficient in themselves, Bert provided us with some additional entertainment.If you read my

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*I think that means 'The man with the open mind' but I guess it's a bit late to be practising my French because......we're off to Paris tomorrow! (With some very good friends of ours.)Bert's first act of multi-cultural open-mindedness came when he announced that he was taking with him a curry from our (admittedly excellent) local takeaway 'The Agra' for his first night's meal. "What about the

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Bert has many annoying habits - well, he is a man after all. I feel a need to share these (spreading the pain, remember). Of course, I am a perfect zone of annoying-habit-freeness myself. Apart from keeping this blog.Biscuits. Bert can't just take a biscuit. He takes half a biscuit (as exact a break as he can manage). Sometimes he takes half of the remaining half, so that I find a neat

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Well, this conversation could have gone better.Bert went out last night - I wasn't invited as it was an all-male 'business' dinner. Hmm. Hmmmm.I was up the garden pottering (we have a very long garden) and Bert yells to me at top volume so the whole neighbourhood can hear, "I can't find my smart trousers anywhere and I'm going to miss the food!" Anyone who knows Bert understands that he

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We were round at our friends' house, sitting around a little fire in the garden and having a nice chat about inconsequential stuff.Bert looked thoughtful. "What is wood?" he asked.We thought he was being unusually philosophical, but of course he just wanted to know its molecular make-up (answers on a postcard...).

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G has now set off for Austria, to become A Man of Iron. I hope he will be OK - he has had to leave the 'G team' (osteos etc.) in the UK.We sent him some messages of support.Me (text): Just wanted to wish you luck and say what u r doing is amazingwe will be thinking of you and willing u to get round xxBert (email): Good luck but BTW I beat you to it. Concrete floor, dug, bagged and carried; 8

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Funny conversation we had today.You'll need to pay attention.I have a problem remembering my own mobile phone number, so I keep an entry for 'me' in my contacts. Last time I got a new phone, I transferred the sim card from my old phone and then gave that phone to Bert. Some quirk of how it stores numbers means that he has a mix of his own numbers and my old ones.Today I lent my phone to

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Uh oh.Bert's got a new campaign. He's going to eradicate parking on pavements (I think just in our road, but who knows...?).He is rubbing his hands together with anticipation and has that evangelical glint that I recognise from the wheelie bin days (I'll come back to wheelie bins another time). He has spoken to a community police officer already and his next step is to tackle the council.   Me

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I spoke too soon. Not only has Bert visited G's osteopath, he was so impressed he has booked me in for a visit too. As he said, I need a treat. Bert is being uncharacteristically kind this week because I had a sigmoidoscopy (if you don't know what that is, it's a camera up the bum). It was a deeply unpleasant experience. Firstly, I looked at the screen too soon and saw something no-one

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Oh dear, the garden is now well and truly stalled in its half-dug state. Bert suggested I should take over: "You need toning up." Luckily for me, the weather is awful. And the pickaxe is vewy heavy.Bert's shoulder is still bad, and yesterday he was complaining that he had also, somehow, pulled a muscle in his arse. I offered to kick it. Tempting, huh?Bert's brother G is doing an Ironman in

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I told Bert today that I had started a blog about him. He looked a bit puzzled. "A blob?" Bless.Last week it was Katie's birthday and I made Bert write the card. I like to watch him struggle - it's like 'emotional gym' for him. He thought it highly appropriate to urge her to work hard over the next year (OK, I admit he added "and don't forget to enjoy yourself too").Mind you, he finds

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Today Bert drove me to work in his car (normally I go in my own car). There was a really bad smell and Bert explained he had water running into the car because of a blocked filter. [If you're reading this, Bert, could you explain that bit again about the 'skirt' on the tube attached to the filter being such a bad design? I'm afraid I drifted off a bit at that point, but you're probably right

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Bert is one of those people you love or hate. I experience both, sometimes (confusingly) at the same time. I've lived with Bert for many years (oh, hundreds) and the one thing I can say is that he's not boring. Exasperating, infuriating, mind-bogglingly bad at knowing what makes me tick - but not boring. (Well, OK, maybe every now and then.)Why am I basing a blog on living with Bert? Because

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