Back from south...
I wonder what the Bad News Fairies have got for me to stress about? I daren't open my mail to find out !
A decent trip down south, all in all I was feeling the lack of sleep on Saturday/Sunday by the time I got to Sutton Bridge and that was still with another hundred miles to run. My host the Alien was doing family things as I approached Ipswich so as I was passing, I dropped in to see my good buddies Mr and Mrs H. It honestly wasn't my intention to blag dinner - no really - but I timed it right anyway and was fed a lovely spicy veggie creation and a pint, thanks folks, most unexpected but pleasant! Gave me back a book on the Falklands I loaned him about nine years ago, and had just turned up in spring cleaning so more minor interest there. As per usual, it's a mad rush when I'm down there, so I scooted over to see Kaz, she of the boyfriend difficulties to see what was new in her life (not a lot but blagged cups of tea), before Kev came over, and we headed back to his palace for zed's, much overdue in my case.
Up in the morning, new suit donned and off into town via the rat runs to beat the rush hour. Half an hour to wait until the phone shop opens (jeez, who opens their business at 9.30 these days anyway.....), so I popped into Lakeland plastics. Dangerous thing to do that is, since I've developed the kitchen gadget snaffling habit. Sure enough, more wonga notes spent on things to make my kitchen even more groovy. Damn. Not that I can cook anything, you understand. I just like gadgets and widgets. Scuttled off to the phone shop and picked up a super sexy and slim new Samsung handset, as the charger socket on my Motorolla is starting to get a bit iffy, usually the beginning of the end in my experience. Anyway, it's new toy month.
Then on to the cemetery for a burial. A religious one; being of the atheist persuasion that's not my cup of tea, but half my family are very devout and it's their party, so to speak. If I was after brownie points from my family, which I'm not, I'd have got them for the 300 mile round trip for the funeral of a lady I wasn't that close to. Like I said, don't need brownie points, but I had a go at crippling my long standing repuation for unpunctuality by turning up early. Just got to keep it up for the next twenty years, and even then I'll still be "the late bloke" in certain quarters. Nice service anyway, my uncle did is own tribute to his mum, which as ever when he has to do anything speech'y was excellent. "Nice" is a bit of a cop out, but that's what the day was. It's always groovy to get together with that side of the family; lovely people, the issue of our somewhat different positions on the subject of faith is never made an issue. Got to meet one of my babycousin's new bloke (guess what... he's nice...), good to catch up with the rest of them, including the first of my babycousins to be in the family way herself. Excuse for a party in a few months time anyway! Scarey thought isn't it, gentle reader.... Shadey Mike being a real person with a genuine family that aren't cartoon characters or ogres like he is ;o)
Off for tea at my grans, then off north again into a very pretty sunset (yes, I know the sun doesn't set in the north but ..... sheesh, I give up, it was in front of me and I've got the cameraphone picture to prove it), a good fast run back, marred a little when I killed. What looked like a mixie rabbit bimbled out thirty yards in front of my car when I was making, erm, good speed. Not a damned thing I could do about it, especially considering the homing ability of the human eye in these situations; you tend to hit what you're looking at, it's just nature - that's why motorcyclists are trained not to look at the hazard in the road, but around it. I take it that the kill was quick. A 22 rifle bullet in the nut is more than sufficient to nobble a bunny. I take it that two tons of fast moving car to the head is more than capable of seeing Peter Rabbit off.
I wonder what the Bad News Fairies have got for me to stress about? I daren't open my mail to find out !
A decent trip down south, all in all I was feeling the lack of sleep on Saturday/Sunday by the time I got to Sutton Bridge and that was still with another hundred miles to run. My host the Alien was doing family things as I approached Ipswich so as I was passing, I dropped in to see my good buddies Mr and Mrs H. It honestly wasn't my intention to blag dinner - no really - but I timed it right anyway and was fed a lovely spicy veggie creation and a pint, thanks folks, most unexpected but pleasant! Gave me back a book on the Falklands I loaned him about nine years ago, and had just turned up in spring cleaning so more minor interest there. As per usual, it's a mad rush when I'm down there, so I scooted over to see Kaz, she of the boyfriend difficulties to see what was new in her life (not a lot but blagged cups of tea), before Kev came over, and we headed back to his palace for zed's, much overdue in my case.
Up in the morning, new suit donned and off into town via the rat runs to beat the rush hour. Half an hour to wait until the phone shop opens (jeez, who opens their business at 9.30 these days anyway.....), so I popped into Lakeland plastics. Dangerous thing to do that is, since I've developed the kitchen gadget snaffling habit. Sure enough, more wonga notes spent on things to make my kitchen even more groovy. Damn. Not that I can cook anything, you understand. I just like gadgets and widgets. Scuttled off to the phone shop and picked up a super sexy and slim new Samsung handset, as the charger socket on my Motorolla is starting to get a bit iffy, usually the beginning of the end in my experience. Anyway, it's new toy month.
Then on to the cemetery for a burial. A religious one; being of the atheist persuasion that's not my cup of tea, but half my family are very devout and it's their party, so to speak. If I was after brownie points from my family, which I'm not, I'd have got them for the 300 mile round trip for the funeral of a lady I wasn't that close to. Like I said, don't need brownie points, but I had a go at crippling my long standing repuation for unpunctuality by turning up early. Just got to keep it up for the next twenty years, and even then I'll still be "the late bloke" in certain quarters. Nice service anyway, my uncle did is own tribute to his mum, which as ever when he has to do anything speech'y was excellent. "Nice" is a bit of a cop out, but that's what the day was. It's always groovy to get together with that side of the family; lovely people, the issue of our somewhat different positions on the subject of faith is never made an issue. Got to meet one of my babycousin's new bloke (guess what... he's nice...), good to catch up with the rest of them, including the first of my babycousins to be in the family way herself. Excuse for a party in a few months time anyway! Scarey thought isn't it, gentle reader.... Shadey Mike being a real person with a genuine family that aren't cartoon characters or ogres like he is ;o)
Off for tea at my grans, then off north again into a very pretty sunset (yes, I know the sun doesn't set in the north but ..... sheesh, I give up, it was in front of me and I've got the cameraphone picture to prove it), a good fast run back, marred a little when I killed. What looked like a mixie rabbit bimbled out thirty yards in front of my car when I was making, erm, good speed. Not a damned thing I could do about it, especially considering the homing ability of the human eye in these situations; you tend to hit what you're looking at, it's just nature - that's why motorcyclists are trained not to look at the hazard in the road, but around it. I take it that the kill was quick. A 22 rifle bullet in the nut is more than sufficient to nobble a bunny. I take it that two tons of fast moving car to the head is more than capable of seeing Peter Rabbit off.
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