It has been decided…  This woman will NOT have any cleaning staff in her house.  And yes, it’s going to be chaos, but it’s a hellovalot better than having a dumm (sic), complainy woman following me around all day long.

I just told my mom’s maid off.  Yeah, right, it’s not my place to do that, but if I have to listen to that woman for 5 more seconds, I’ll do more than merely tell her to shut up and walk away.

It’s a “crash” thing - I can’t stand complainy people.  Life is good.  It’s precious. And wasting energy complaining about everything is a waste of that goodness.  Plus it’s ingratitude at it’s worst!

I usually only listen to half the story, and then I say the words…  No, I’m not rude, but the words are not the words that a complainy person wants to hear. They are… wait for this….

WHAT DO YOU PLAN TO DO ABOUT IT?

And while the person gapes like a fish out of water, not knowing how to react to such a direct question, I usually make my escape!

And now you know…

(Also known as the “Ins and Outs of Cricket”!)

You have two sides, one out in the field and one in. Each man that’s in the side that’s in goes out, and when he’s out he comes in and the next man goes in until he’s out. When they are all out, the side that’s out comes in and the side that’s been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out. Sometimes you get men still in and not out.

When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in. There are two men called umpires who stay out all the time and they decide when the men who are in are out. When both sides have been in and all the men have been out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game.

Simple!

(I don’t know who should get the credit for this, otherwise I would have given it!  I know it is printed onto a tea towel somewhere in Wales and the BBC made a skit out of it as well many years ago. So, if you are the author and I haven’t found you to ask your permission - my sincerest apologies!)