No, no, no, no, no.......

We *CANNOT* live in a society where we all have to analyse what comes out of our mouths before we say things, just to meet the bizarre 'rules' of the over pedantic PK brigade!

olafr....If someone needed help, I'd give it. I'm well aware of those who would be highly incensed if I offered to help them when they didn't want it. Good heavens above!! I nursed my father, a gentle, but proud man. I had a terrible stutter as a child, so knew the anger when people finished my sentences for me. That has now gone, but hell, I'll stand there for 30 minutes whilst someone gets out what they want to say, rather than say it for them, unless they want me to.

But this is being totally over the top. ALL she said was something very mild...and WHOOOOOOOOOSH! people have fallen over sideways in absolute horror, accusing her of this and that and everything else!

I get real miffed at being made to appear a right dingbat, purely because I don't do this 'over-analysing' and 'ah, yes but what did she *really* mean?' part.

Megan....

Gawd, is NOT God.

Daft ol' biddies are just that, Daft ol' biddies. It does not mean that ALL older people are classed that way by me. Good Gawd, I'm often a Daft Ol' Biddy meself these days!

I was blessed, yes....****BLESSED**** to have a father who taught me to laugh at myself and at many situations. It has got me through the most extraordinary things in life, some terrible situations. Political Correctness though, has removed humour. It's removed joy. It's removed the naturalness of life.

We can no longer speak freely, unless we stick to the script.
We can no longer do our jobs, unless we sign up to all the rules...

olafr, if I'd fallen off the ladder whilst decorating, I'd have sat in hospital thinking to myself, "You daft ol' biddy! Now look what you've gorn and done!" and smiled through the pain. I'd certainly have not once even entertained the idea of suing my bosses, or the people who made the ladders, or the paintbrushes, the paint or the wobbly carpet.

It just HAPPENS!!

When I left work to have my first child, I didn't even put in for that thingummyjig bit where your employers have to keep your job open and pay you for so many months. Why? Because why the hell should they have to pay out because I've been blessed enough, and made the decision, to have children?

Cor, loveaduck!

WHAT has happened to us all????? It's like we've all been crop sprayed with the Silly Gene, where no-one questions, or dares to break the rules, or stand up and say "This is such a load of bullshit!" Noooooo...everyone walks round pedantically analysing every last bit of everything.."She looked at me funny!" "He said something that really meant THIS!" "They called me a name I don't like!" "I won't ever recover from being offered a prayer!"

Oh, purleeeeeeze!

I worked with many, many patients from the Middle East. Always when leaving they'd smile, hold their hands out to me, then touch their hearts and say "Inshallah"....Blimey! They BLESSED me!!! And they kinda blessed me to their God! Corks! What a thing to do, eh! Hell's bells but I should have taken each of them to court, in this New Way of Thinking!   NOT.

I will NEVER live my life on a straight-laned motorway, only ever going in the same direction as everyone else, without deviating from the route in any way!

I will always turn off the Motorway of Political Correctness, into the country lanes, filled with poppies, and stop off in the villages, talk to the post mistress, visit the pub, smile at the children, tell someone how pretty they look or what a lovely smile they have...I may even hug complete strangers, should the need or the situation arise!

I will never take umbridge at elderly gents who have twinkly eyes and who smile a knowing smile, nor report someone who may be so kind as to ask me to share in a prayer, if I'm ever in the position of being housebound.

I look after my ex-mother-in-law (???) who's 94 and I know that if a nurse had said that to her, she'd have just said "Thank you, ducks, how kind" and left it at that....

Gee Whizz! All this namby pamby behaviour that goes on these days makes my blood fair boil!

Here, one of the new breed of NHS Nurses guaranteed NEVER to break The Rules or offer you a cup of tea or a small prayer to go with it!

Guaranteed never to upset!

Sheesh!