Tell us something really trivial about your life (vol 24)
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ApOrbital said:
Morning all,perimeter is clear sarge DC.
There are those who might suggest you couldn't possibly have checked the whole site perimeter in that time on foot. Motorisation is coming, I grant you, but using one of the ride-on mowers for security purposes sends the wrong signal to would-be intruders. In future, could you perhaps disguise the mower as some form of military vehicle?marshalla said:
Chaps who are sorting the render on the north wing have found real evidence that my house used to be a pub. According to local legend, the next house along was a knocking shop. Handy for the RAF boys over the road - when we had an airbase.
It all gets written into the legend.The Trivial Towers / Reality Interface.
Last night, sitting in bed, with me reading Graham Greene and Mrs C doing the crossword:
Mrs C: How do you spell battery?
Me: B A T T E R T.
Mrs C: Erm... that's not enough letters.
Me: Did I say b a t t e r t?
Mrs C: Yes.
Me: Huh. That should be a Y on the end.
Mrs C: a "Y"?
Me: Yes. B a t t e r y.
Mrs C: But it's plural.
Me: I thought you said battery.
Mrs C: Batteries.
Good. Now we're back on home ground.
Last night, sitting in bed, with me reading Graham Greene and Mrs C doing the crossword:
Mrs C: How do you spell battery?
Me: B A T T E R T.
Mrs C: Erm... that's not enough letters.
Me: Did I say b a t t e r t?
Mrs C: Yes.
Me: Huh. That should be a Y on the end.
Mrs C: a "Y"?
Me: Yes. B a t t e r y.
Mrs C: But it's plural.
Me: I thought you said battery.
Mrs C: Batteries.
Good. Now we're back on home ground.
Why does life always put st in the way of just living?
Mrs. A has just taken this picture of our 84 year old neighbour. He's brought himself a chair along and is sitting just beyond the boundry of our back garden staring at the back of our house, and has been doing so for ages apparently. Both daughters and the missus are at home, fekkin pervert weirdo.
I'll have to have words with him when I get home, bloody oddball.
Mrs. A has just taken this picture of our 84 year old neighbour. He's brought himself a chair along and is sitting just beyond the boundry of our back garden staring at the back of our house, and has been doing so for ages apparently. Both daughters and the missus are at home, fekkin pervert weirdo.
I'll have to have words with him when I get home, bloody oddball.
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