Tell us Something Really Trivial about your Life (VOL 30)
Discussion
Bobberoo99 said:
Excellent reading all that stuff chaps, a lovely gesture by the nephew's colleagues Bomma, and excellent news on the progress Dibs!!
ION we have arrived at Upton park only to realise I forgot my camera, arse, still I'll get some pics on the phone instead!!
ION we have arrived at Upton park only to realise I forgot my camera, arse, still I'll get some pics on the phone instead!!
I second those sentiments, Bobbers,
but what's happening at Upton Park?
I thought it was all bulldozed to make way for a housing development?
Whatever you do there, don't get hammered!
Have you ever heard my theory 'If you want to find a use for something throw it away'? The idea being that you will have a use for it within a fortnight of chucking it out. Well, I find there is a variation on this. How long have I been clearing the garage? Two weeks ago I bought a pair of axle stands. Today I have found the old pair.
It gets worse. That's two pairs. I now have three pairs of axle stands. Caterham 7? Pah! I'll need a half track to restore.
It gets worse. That's two pairs. I now have three pairs of axle stands. Caterham 7? Pah! I'll need a half track to restore.
Well you'll never be short of them Dicky!!
Not THAT Upton park, the other Upton park, the one in Banbury!!! Randomly we had a "Famous" on our tour, Phillip Mould the art expert from Antiques roadshow and Fake or fortune!!!
Couple of pics from the house.
The last owners were from the family who originally owned the Shell oil company.
Not THAT Upton park, the other Upton park, the one in Banbury!!! Randomly we had a "Famous" on our tour, Phillip Mould the art expert from Antiques roadshow and Fake or fortune!!!
Couple of pics from the house.
The last owners were from the family who originally owned the Shell oil company.
coopedup said:
V6 pass the soap will you?
Morning coopedOh
I’ve been stranger to the stuff since Thursday as it’s been all out doing roofing, boarding the barn and a myriad of stuff as tomorrow we have ten of Mrs P’s nieces and nephews for two nights camping in the garden it’s an annual thing. Uncle Pushfit provides endless entertainment. Highlights include:
BBQ
Air rifling
Trampolining
Bombing round the field in an old Clio (they drive)
Jeep trip to get fish and chips (I drive)
Usually there’s a ‘Uncle P’s phone hunt’ which is usually followed by my having to get another.
Someone is normally sick
Someone normally gets stung by nettles and cries a lot.
I really should go and “cook” my dinner (chuck the extra Chinese from last night in the microwave). I’ve finally managed to find a comfortable position to lie in, having been unconformable all day. I “walked” a bit further yesterday than I have for months, to and from the X-ray department in the hospital.
I had to do the “backwards hop up” onto the machine that takes a full length view of everything from hips to feet. The radiographer puts what looks like an insole under the shorter leg until hips are level, or at least feel that way. When I saw the actual X-ray, it was quite clear my right hip was tilted quite a bit further down than my left.
When I got home, I was shattered and just getting out of Lovely GF’s car was hard work. It was similarly hard work when I went out earlier in the week with my mate. Both journeys were only about 45 minutes. Having realised just how quickly I get tired, how tired I get and how hard a car journey of any length is, I’ve decided to abandon plans to go to my niece’s wedding in Aberdeen at the beginning of September and called to let her know.
So I’m feeling a bit cheesed off, because it’s a bit of a reality check how far I’ve still got to go and also because this niece is my only goddaughter. I had mistakenly thought I could manage, but just the general weddingness of it all will be way too much I think. If I hadn’t got the infection a few weeks ago, I’d be about a month “further” on with my recovery and no doubt would have been better able to manage.
Still, worse things happen at sea. Whenever I start feeling sorry for myself, I think about stuff like Bomma’s poor nephew and while my situation isn’t ideal, I’m lucky to still be here. My niece is fine about it, she’s not a drama queen and while she’s disappointed we can’t make it, she understands the reasons why.
ION, I’ve no pictures of The Idiot today, so à la Bobberoo99,have a couple of photos of some rum instead. The first is “Ron de Venezuela, from, er... that there Venezuela (birthday present a few months ago from a couple of my sisters), the second is one distilled in Hamburg, a birthday present from Lovely GF. Not even had a sip from either yet, but have had a sniff of the Hamburg one, which is spiced/vanilla. It smells VERY good indeed. The third picture is the parlous state of my port decanter... (it would be, if I hadn’t deleted it. Imagine an empty port decanter, you’ll get the idea).
I had to do the “backwards hop up” onto the machine that takes a full length view of everything from hips to feet. The radiographer puts what looks like an insole under the shorter leg until hips are level, or at least feel that way. When I saw the actual X-ray, it was quite clear my right hip was tilted quite a bit further down than my left.
When I got home, I was shattered and just getting out of Lovely GF’s car was hard work. It was similarly hard work when I went out earlier in the week with my mate. Both journeys were only about 45 minutes. Having realised just how quickly I get tired, how tired I get and how hard a car journey of any length is, I’ve decided to abandon plans to go to my niece’s wedding in Aberdeen at the beginning of September and called to let her know.
So I’m feeling a bit cheesed off, because it’s a bit of a reality check how far I’ve still got to go and also because this niece is my only goddaughter. I had mistakenly thought I could manage, but just the general weddingness of it all will be way too much I think. If I hadn’t got the infection a few weeks ago, I’d be about a month “further” on with my recovery and no doubt would have been better able to manage.
Still, worse things happen at sea. Whenever I start feeling sorry for myself, I think about stuff like Bomma’s poor nephew and while my situation isn’t ideal, I’m lucky to still be here. My niece is fine about it, she’s not a drama queen and while she’s disappointed we can’t make it, she understands the reasons why.
ION, I’ve no pictures of The Idiot today, so à la Bobberoo99,have a couple of photos of some rum instead. The first is “Ron de Venezuela, from, er... that there Venezuela (birthday present a few months ago from a couple of my sisters), the second is one distilled in Hamburg, a birthday present from Lovely GF. Not even had a sip from either yet, but have had a sniff of the Hamburg one, which is spiced/vanilla. It smells VERY good indeed. The third picture is the parlous state of my port decanter... (it would be, if I hadn’t deleted it. Imagine an empty port decanter, you’ll get the idea).
Bobberoo99 said:
We're watching Impossible celebrities, we recognise about half of them, the rest we have absolutely no idea about!!!!
I enjoyed that, think I recognised a few more than half of them.I successfully predicted Jorgie Porter would be first to fail ,yep ,didn't even press in time for the very first question.
Epic fail......
Unfortunately all the losers are back next week for another go.
DickyC said:
What are you doing today, Dicky?
Moving a chap's modest collection of tractors from one side of Newbury to the other.
Are you looking forward to it?
No. I can't say that I am.
Can you not just go it a straight line through the fields, that would spice it up a bit.Moving a chap's modest collection of tractors from one side of Newbury to the other.
Are you looking forward to it?
No. I can't say that I am.
Morning all is everybody happy this fine morning
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