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I’ve been away - to Learn Things.
It was good.
I’d taken a lovely shirt with me to wear today. “I’ve not worn that one for a while. It’ll be nice and colourful“, I’d thought to myself yesterday morning and so it was packed in the bag.
I woke and showered this morning, then put the shirt on. Well, tried to. Ok, the buttons would fasten but if I breathed out they’d have been flying across the room and - more than likely - taking someone’s eye out.
Oh, the shame.
“I know that man!”
I glanced across at the next table in the Blue Anchor.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Bearing in mind that yesterday you claimed to remember being taken to Cosmeston Lakes with your parents (and Cosmeston was still a quarry until 1970), you’ll forgive me for not accept everything you say as being gospel truth.”
He laughed.
Two minutes later …
“I know that man.”
Meanwhile, my Lifedrive’s latest failure and repeated reluctance to sybchronise with the laptop has irritated me to the point of looking for a reliable (and more pocket-friendly) PDA. I don’t actually need much - barely scratched the AV capabilities of the LifeDrive - and don’t want to spend too much on another replacement. Anyone got any sensible suggestions?
Finally, here are some snaps from yesterday.
Nice hat, eh?
Well, in a way.
Avoiding motorways got me to Wuglums Manor in two and a quarter hours and from there to Chateau Pops in slightly less time - not bad at all. Unfortunately, the stopover and fascinating conversation at Wuglums Manor about nuclear power stations (LSLP seemed especially keen that I take a job in Cumbria working at Windscale to clean their byproducts) meant that I didn’t actually roll into Chateau Pops until ten to two.
I was also wrong. So very, very wrong.
First Dad - unlike my last visit - had problems getting in and out of the WTB. Although when I say “problems” that’s not when compared to a woman later in the evening. I had a date with her to fiddle with her central heating control panel1 and, having done so, we went out for an Indian meal.
“Mind your head“, I warned as we clambered into the car.
“I’m fine. … ow.”
Woman had got in successfully only to bang her head when leaning back out to pull the door shut. Yes, yes. As a gentleman I should have been there to close the door. Black mark for Lionel.
I’d accepted Woman’s statements about having problems with her eyes and there was no need for her to try to walk into Barclays Bank rather than the Spice Island (next door) to prove she’d been telling the truth. But it was funny.
(Sorry, Woman.)
1 You may insert a ‘fnarr fnarr’ here should you wish.
Traffic crawled out of Norwhag tonight and I hear on the radio that the M11 is shut (in both directions) following accidents.
Excellent. A later than usual departure and no choice of the (slightly) quicker route.
Oh well, I’m off to Torchwood Town anyway, boys and girls in … [tails] … oh …. the Copen, it seems. Well - it’s going to be such a bright and sunny weekend I suppose it makes sense. Don’t think I’ll have the roof down tonight, though.
No, wait, it’s a sign of maturity when your new toy is a tumble drier.
A bit sad, isn’t it?
While I’m waiting for The Sky Man to come to fix the Sky+ box (again)*, I browsed the HD info page and followed the “See the difference for yourself” link:
So … not exactly a case of seeing the difference for yourself at all then.
If Sky can do that, then here’s a photo of me:
This photograph is for illustration purposes only and is not an actual representation of the exact appearance of Lionel d’Lion* The Sky Man has just rung to say he’ll be here between 3 and 6. This gives me time to get some appliance shopping in.
“So, do you fancy a weekend in Torchwood Town?”
“I’m going to London and then I’m off to a fireworks display on Saturday otherwise I’d have said ‘Yes’”
“No, you wouldn’t.”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“Stop toying with my emotions, then. That’s cruel.”
Talking of the “fairer” gender, I had a date with Dr K____i on Monday.
“How’ve you been?”
“Back and neck have been ok, but I’ve got a couple of new injuries for you to look at. I hurt my arm at badminton six or eight weeks ago and seem to have pulled a muscle in my groin somehow just taking a walk yesterday.” (Yes I know - pathetic, isn’t it?)
She gave this some thought.
“Let’s have a look at that arm.”
Darn.
UK youths ‘among worst in Europe’
Other reports due to be published over the coming week by the NAORWTMTOTH: