25 August 2013
Yet another bank holiday; I wonder what this one is
for? Easter, Whit Monday, Crimble Day,
New Years Day and May Day all see seem fairly obvious really but the Last
Monday in August? Why? And there's talk of creating another one
sometime between now and Crimble! Ye
gods ... ... ...
But we have had some pretty good day's out on August Bank
Holiday before now; like the one year we decided to go to Paignton one
year. I didn't want to get stuck in
traffic so we were up very, very early and ended up sitting in a cafe on the
sea front there at 9.15 and watching one Dorktown's coach company bus driving
past. We didn't get any heavy traffic on
either journey.
A few years later we dropped Tom off at his gran's for a few
days. As we drove off I said I fancied a
run out. We went around the block and
picked Tom up and set off. That was at
just after 11am; we ended up on the Isle of White that day. Bit of waste that one thought cos everything
but a few cafes and pubs were closed! So
maybe Ban Holidays do have their uses - but surely we don't need another one
between now and Crimble? Where could we
go for a day without leaving in the dark and getting home in the dark?
And thinking about the dark ... looking out the windows right
now, it's hardly light enough to make you think we are still in August. The light is flat too, no shadows, no
contrast, not the best light for being out and about with a camera. So I won't be going out today, not that we
were planning in going out anyway. No,
for the first time in quite some time now we going to have a full Sunday lunch. I bought a chicken on Friday and we're both
looking forward to it too.
So now for a photo ... a bit of self promotion here ...
This
is my favourite shot of me and it's one my paper books. Jan however doesn't like it, or at least
isn't keen on it.
Have you ever been to Rome?
I haven't ... the Sage sent me this one ...
A woman
was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her
husband.
She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:
"Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?
"We're taking BA," was the reply. "We got a great rate".
"BA?" exclaimed the hairdresser.. " That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome ?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called Teste."
"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it..."
A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome
"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of BA's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a £5 million remodelling job, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I bet you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet us. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me". "Oh, really! What'd he say?"
He said: "Who the Hell did that to your hair?"
She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:
"Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?
"We're taking BA," was the reply. "We got a great rate".
"BA?" exclaimed the hairdresser.. " That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome ?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called Teste."
"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it..."
A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome
"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of BA's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a £5 million remodelling job, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I bet you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet us. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me". "Oh, really! What'd he say?"
He said: "Who the Hell did that to your hair?"
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