It's not often I get chance to smile at Funerals. But I tell you what, Jamaican Funerals have just that affect.
They really go to town when celebrating the life of the deceased. A full choir. Trumpet, Sax, Piano and Drums and such enthusiastic singing. You really feel as though the person has had the best send off possible. The only trouble is, you could not do more than one Funeral a day. From my alarm going off at 5.30 am until 4pm that's all the day was about and I am b****sed. However the Funeral Director took us all across for a coffee and Kentucky Fried Chicken whilst the service was on. Not trusting my dodgy internal system and a lack of bogs at the graveside I just had the coffee. Do you realise how much will power that took watching them eat finger lickin good chicken??? All the Jamaican people are so friendly as well. I was blessed by 3 old ladies in the space of an hour. I was talking to one chap. I told him that if I was reincarnated I would like to come back as a Jamaican bloke. He taught me how to talk the talk and you can too by saying the title of this blog at the top. It should sound like a well known meat buttie if you get it right!
I watched the last debate of the Politicians, in the run up to the Elections.
I think I can sum it up like this.
There plan is 'Say what the people want hear and then when we get in...forget all about it' Mind you they have done that for years so no change there then.
I do try to exercise at least 3 times a week. My doctor told me that exercise can add years to my life. He was right. I feel 20 years older already
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