25 May 2012
Blimmy, it's so hot
here in Dorktown - just as it is all over the UK now. I'd love to be out enjoying it all but sadly
I have to wait in because Jan's scooter is due back sometime this afternoon
form its service. The scooter is making
quite a bit of news these day and apparently it's something to do with the main
drive axle. It could be a worn barring
inside part of it. Problem is just
replacing the barring can't be done because they are not sold
individually. They would need to change
the whole axle and at £150, it's more than we have right now. But the things is, both scooters are well
over three years old now and I'm not sure they are actually worth keep
repairing. Maybe biting the bullet and
getting two new ones might be a better idea.
I'll see what Jan says when she gets back from her sisters later today.
I've mentioned
before that we will be living Dorktown at some time. We will need to get rid of a lot of s tuff we
now have because there will not be enough room for everything we have in the
type of property we are looking at.
Because of our mobility needs we have decided that we will be better off
in a flat; and because of our age we are now looking at an over 55s set up. Our thinking is alone the lines of us making
sure that we are already in a place where extra support will be available now
and not have to move again later when we may need the extra support. Slowly we will start getting rid of a lot of
stuff. First to go then is a large
desktop PC that I have upstairs in the study.
I was thinking of keeping it but as I say, space will be at a premium
before long. I shall be taking to
grandson Kile later this weekend.
There's a printer that will go with it too.
With Jan away last
night I took the opportunity and went off down the Willy White. In there I sat trying to get some work done
on Photo Finish while I had a pint or
two. I finally gave up having done just
600 words. It wasn't a lack of thoughts
or ideas that casued it, it was the cold in the place. After two pints I headed off out and went the
Felix Holt, and other Whetherspoons pub.
It wasn't so cold there but instead of writing I started one of the
three new books I bought at Waterstones.
It's a second one by Peter James and so far it looks good.
The scooter has just
come back so I shall be off out soon enough. At least I can't lock myself out this time, as
I did yesterday. I felt a right wally
because of that. Ah well ... ... ...
Today's photo then
is this ...
It is the stained glass roof
dome in The Tottenham pub in London.
As for a funny ...
Wittle Wabbit
A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp: "Excuthe
me, mithter, do you keep wittle wabbits?"
And the shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks: "Do you want a wittle white wabby or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabby over there?"
The little girl puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice: "I don't fink my pyfon really giveths a thit."
And the shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks: "Do you want a wittle white wabby or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabby over there?"
The little girl puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice: "I don't fink my pyfon really giveths a thit."
No comments:
Post a Comment