Truth or Dare

Yes, ideally we would always tell the truth, wouldn’t  we? Or should we?

Yes, if you are in a courtroom being questioned under oath you should  tell “the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth”.  

But in some cases the white lie, being or “economical with the truth” might be the  kindest way to deal  with a situation. For example: a friend asks if you like her new outfit – secretly you think it looks hideous – but if you want to keep your friend you don’t say so. You try tactfully to find something about her dress  that you can praise – the unusual colour or how well it matches her shoes and handbag.

I always remember an incident with an elderly friend at a WI talk. The speaker wasn’t very good. My friend – I’ll call her Maureen because that’s not her name – muttered under her breath that she had heard this speaker before and he was dead boring.  She was quite right, he was. Then at the end of the talk Maureen was called upon to propose a vote of thanks.

I was interested to see how she would deal with this: Maureen prided herself on being truthful. She never stinted when criticising cakes or buns entered for competitions. On this occasion she excelled herself:

“I have heard this gentleman speak before, and I can truthfully say that his talk today gave me just as much pleasure as when I heard it previously!”  A heartfelt round of applause followed! “




All About Humankind

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The friendly, English-speaking extraterrestrial you run into outside your house is asking you to recommend the one book, movie, or song that explains what humans are all about. What do you pick?

Easy. I hand him/her/it my diary – or if the extraterrestrials are IT literate, a link to my blog. What better way to find out about the human race?

Whistle while you work,

I’m an old lady and quite forgetful. I must spend many hours looking for my reading glasses. (If I wore glasses all the time, this wouldn’t be a problem, but I keep them for reading and working at my computer)

When I go outside I check obsessively that I’ve got my keys, so a recent present of a device to attach to my keyring that will tell me where it has got to, is a kindly thought and at a first glance looks as if it will be very useful. BUT the bloody thing is activated by whistling and guess what? I can’t whistle!