9 August
2012
At long last
we are getting somewhere with our damp wall.
It's taken yet another email to our councillor though! I've already mentioned the root filled storm
drain but what I didn't know about until late yesterday afternoon was the top
soil filled down pipe from the roof.
Actually, the plumber and the roofer didn't know about it until then as
well. One of them came back this morning
and has cleared it all but managed to dislodge the top section of down
pipe. He thinks he's managed to get it
replaced properly but we won't know for certain until it rains again. A phone this morning also informed us that the
contract for relaying the blocked drain has been received and that job is due
to be done next week. All well and good
but we have since found out that the old lady who was in here before us had to
moved out for several weeks about 5 years ago so that they could do work on the
same problem. So why it wasn't sorted
out properly then I don't know.
Team GB is
so well in the Olympics aren't they? But
Bed'th is kicking up because Royal Fail has painted a post box gold in Alcester
not in Bed'th for Nick Skelton's team gold in hoss riding. Why are they kicking up? Well. it seems that Skelton was born in
Bed'th. However he now lives in
Alcester. I don't see what the fuss is
about to be honest. But did you know
it's only for 6 months? After that it
will be repainted the usual red and black.
That seems a bit of a waste of dosh and a bit daft to me.
Somewhere I
have lost one of my photo-kit bags. It's
not a large bag but holds a 70-300mm Tamron lens and a small pouch that holds a
load of Sony and Nikon batteries as well as a number of Compact Flash memory
cards. There was a few other odds n ends
in there too which I can't remember.
Total value is around £400 I think.
Thing is, I can't remember where I last saw it. I have a feeling that I took it to Brum a
week or two ago, but just can't remember.
We could make a claim on our contents insurance but there's an excess to
be paid and for it. The other thing is
that the memory cards are not covered and I'm not sure about the batteries
either. I think we will need to get in
touch with the insurance company about it.
Photo time
...
This one is of Jan sat on a wall in Weymouth years ago. It's a good shot, if a little fuzzy.
Today's
funny ... it's a long one ...
A guy is
browsing in a pet shop and sees a parrot sitting on a little perch. It doesn't
have any feet or legs. The guy says aloud, "I wonder what happened to this
parrot?"
The parrot replies, "I was born this way. I'm a defective parrot."
"Wow!" The guy exclaims. "You actually understood and answered me!"
"I got every word," says the parrot. "I happen to be a highly intelligent, thoroughly educated bird."
"Oh yeah?", the guy asks, "Then answer this. "How do you hang onto your perch without any feet?
"Well," the parrot says, "this is very embarrassing but since you asked, I wrap my willie around this wooden bar like a little hook. You can't see it because of my feathers."
"Wow" says the guy, "you really can understand and speak English, can't you!?
"Actually, I speak both Spanish and English and I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any topic: politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy. I'm especially good at ornithology. You really ought to buy me. I'd be a great companion."
The guy looks at the £200. price tag. "Sorry, but I just can't Afford that."
"Pssssssst, says the parrot, "I'm defective, so the truth is, nobody wants me cause I don't have any feet. You can probably get me for $20, just make the guy an offer."
The guy offers £20. and walks out with the parrot. Weeks go by. The parrot is sensational. He has a great sense of humour, he's interesting, he's a great pal, he understands everything, he sympathises and he's insightful. The guy is delighted. One day the guy comes home from work and the parrot goes "Psssssssssssssst" and motions him over with one wing. "I don't know if I should tell you this or not, but it's about your wife and the postman."
"What are you talking about?" asks the guy. "When the postman delivered today, your wife greeted him at the door in a sheer black nighty and kissed him passionately."
"WHAT?!" the guy asks incredulously. "Then what happened?"
?Well, then the postman came into the house and lifted her nighty and began petting her all over" reported the parrot.
"My God!" he exclaims. "Then what?"
"Then he lifted up the nighty, got down on his knees and began to lick her all over, starting with her breasts and slowly going down ..."
"WELL???" Demands the frantic guy, "THEN WHAT HAPPENED?"
Damned if I know! I got a hard-on and fell off my perch!"
The parrot replies, "I was born this way. I'm a defective parrot."
"Wow!" The guy exclaims. "You actually understood and answered me!"
"I got every word," says the parrot. "I happen to be a highly intelligent, thoroughly educated bird."
"Oh yeah?", the guy asks, "Then answer this. "How do you hang onto your perch without any feet?
"Well," the parrot says, "this is very embarrassing but since you asked, I wrap my willie around this wooden bar like a little hook. You can't see it because of my feathers."
"Wow" says the guy, "you really can understand and speak English, can't you!?
"Actually, I speak both Spanish and English and I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any topic: politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy. I'm especially good at ornithology. You really ought to buy me. I'd be a great companion."
The guy looks at the £200. price tag. "Sorry, but I just can't Afford that."
"Pssssssst, says the parrot, "I'm defective, so the truth is, nobody wants me cause I don't have any feet. You can probably get me for $20, just make the guy an offer."
The guy offers £20. and walks out with the parrot. Weeks go by. The parrot is sensational. He has a great sense of humour, he's interesting, he's a great pal, he understands everything, he sympathises and he's insightful. The guy is delighted. One day the guy comes home from work and the parrot goes "Psssssssssssssst" and motions him over with one wing. "I don't know if I should tell you this or not, but it's about your wife and the postman."
"What are you talking about?" asks the guy. "When the postman delivered today, your wife greeted him at the door in a sheer black nighty and kissed him passionately."
"WHAT?!" the guy asks incredulously. "Then what happened?"
?Well, then the postman came into the house and lifted her nighty and began petting her all over" reported the parrot.
"My God!" he exclaims. "Then what?"
"Then he lifted up the nighty, got down on his knees and began to lick her all over, starting with her breasts and slowly going down ..."
"WELL???" Demands the frantic guy, "THEN WHAT HAPPENED?"
Damned if I know! I got a hard-on and fell off my perch!"
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