Salespeople need to have some time off too, you know!
Come, sit with me. I need to sit down for a while, after all the excitement we had at Christmas. Luckily Moira also set up a Rubs Christmas Wonderland on Facebook. Greetings to all came flooding through. Many asked about Mass on Christmas Eve, which made a pleasant change from the gas-man query. The ‘Which shops are open on Sunday” also had an added bonus of “Until what time are shops in Sliema and Valletta open” as if Sundays wasn’t enough. Salespeople need to have some time off too, you know! Do people shop so much here? Daniela Ebejer asked if many of us resorted to shopping online. From what I read, many are taking to shopping online. Whilst I think it is a pity not to buy local, I too understand that if things are much cheaper online, what with the economy being what it is, I too, would be tempted. I could even get Pointe Four (my poodle) two coats instead of one. I did not, and my darling pooch wore his red coat, onto which I attached some green and gold tinsel. We had a lovely Christmas, and enjoyed knowing that we were part of The Salott, where though Admin’s kindness many used this sofa to ask us to give from what we had to the less fortunate.
And fortunate we are. Daily we look in, and help others. Be it a kind word or a laugh, the Salott is the place to be. Some may argue that it is a virtual world, but to many we have helped, our assistance is real. Presents have been given, medicines have been delivered, meals have been cooked by some Salottians and eaten by others. Yes, The Season to be Jolly has left us all warm inside. Now for the New Year. One for the first questions posed was a while back. On the second Public Holiday of December. Suzanne Vassallo asked about l-Irwiegel. Memories came flooding back. Memories of a childhood when this was the norm. L-Irwiegel are the twelve days before Christmas. One takes note of the weather on each of the twelve days. These days pertain to the twelve months of the coming year. I guess these were the norm before the Meteorological office. I have it on good authority that these are still used nowadays. I shall be following The Salott’s Irwiegel results, as I am quite sure they will be more accurate than the weather report on my television. Nothing exasperates me more than trying to plan a long walk with Pointe Four and being told it is going to be sunny most of the day, but partly cloudy , with possible showers . They only get it right in summer because it cannot be anything but sunny. I can but dream of a perfectly, spot on, weather forecast.
Dreams came up in The Salott. It’s not often we have this sort of question. What does a recurrent dream of the dreamer flying mean? The Salott and RUBS regular Maria Savasta came to the rescue with her particular brand of humour we have all grown to know and love. I am not quite sure if it was the answer the guy expected, but let it never be said that anyone leaves the comfort of The Salott without an answer.
No one ever leaves The Salott empty handed either. Check out Stephanie Falzon’s post (and feature) about the nuns at Angela House, or the Ursuline Sisters as they are more widely known. Stephanie has asked us to share whilst I am asking you to write this date in your diary- 6th February 2014-watch this space!
Gracious! That was the first time I wrote 2014. 2013 has sped by. We have loved and we have lost, but we will continue to live life, as it is meant to be lived, to the full. To you all, from our sofa in the Salott, I raise a glass. With apologies to the late, great (no, not Tanja Cilia she’s full of life thank goodness!) Louis Armstrong “and I say to myself, what a wonderful virtual world” God bless you , one and all!
Thumbs up for Jelena Bezzina who posted this in The Salott!
An elderly man in Perth calls his son in Sydney and says, 'I hate to ruin your Christmas, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are getting divorced; 35 years of misery is enough.'
'Dad, what are you talking about?' the son screams. 'We can't stand the sight of each other any longer,' the old man says. 'We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in England and tell her,' and he hangs up.
In a panic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. 'Like heck they're getting divorced,' she shouts, 'I'll take care of this.'
She calls her dad immediately, and screams at the old man, 'You are NOT getting divorced! Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back, and we'll both be there on Friday. Until then, don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?' and hangs up.
The old man hangs up and turns to his wife.
'Okay,' he says, 'they're coming for Christmas and paying their own airfares.'
Is it a Panto or Bla Kondixin?
It seems that everyone else is avoiding the argument but not in The Salott. What panto is it without Alan Montanaro? Well seems that even though Alan is dearly missed his replacement is doing really well. Jean Pierre Busuttil is probably the best dame this Christmas. But Salottian’s have taken MADC to task on another issue all together. This week, Bernice Sant, was brave enough to bring up the argument whether this year’s MADC panto was after all another Bla Kondixin peppered with sexual innuendos and political jibes. So I braved the weather, and the money box, and went to see it firsthand. At first I was ready to comply with Bernice but then it struck me! What was missing and what made it all seem like a Bla Kondixin copy was after all……Alan’s absence! I came to the crude conclusion that whatever satirical theatrical performance is offered to the public on this tiny rock of ours will always look and sound the same unless it has Alan Montanaro’s finger print. And, to prove my point, I dare the Bla Kondixin team to install Montanaro in their October show and make my words, Bernice and all, will come out claiming that Bla Kondixin feels like Panto!