13
February
It’s that
magic day/date combo that is hated by so many people. How sad I find it that so
many allow themselves to be tied up by such superstitious beliefs. Friday 13th
is just one such belief; breaking a mirror, cutting one’s nails, spilling salt
and so on, too many to name really, all dreamed up to ensure and enslave other people.
I’ve never taken any notice of them and I have no plans to start now!
Yesterday
I had a trip to Birmingham and had a good day. I used my walker and got round reasonable
OK but I’m feeling it today with aching legs. There was a lot of red roses for
sale over there, of course tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, but at £12 a bunch I
won’t be bothering, I don’t normally anyway, but those prices are silly prices.
We do have flowers fairly regular anyway and on the odd occasion I’ve bought
roses, they don’t seem to last very long. The last lot I bought has just been
thrown out, after nearly three weeks; a much better buy.
Lots of
photos yesterday too, 17 keepers out the 64 I took, so not bad really. This set
is only the 4th set so far this year and it was a pleasure to be out
there snapping away. One the shots is of the new tramline that is being built
along Corporation. The area looks a right mess at the moment but when it’s all
done the city will look even better than it currently does. Another shot is of
the new façade of New Street Station, and that is looking good too. My shoot
shows the instillation of the highly polished stainless steel panels that are
going to around there. That is going to look simply stupendous when it’s finished.
There’s one of me too, a selfie reflected in part of it.
I really
do like the centre of Birmingham. What is happening there can only improve it
even more. Sadly, there will be disruption while all the work is ongoing, but I’m
sure that one it’s all done and dusted, it will all look really good. I shall
keep going over there while I can and I hope that I shall see it when it’s all finished.
But I think that the next time I go over there I shall my scooter, not my
walker and cover a lot more of it without it hurting my legs the day after.
We are due
to have Kile this weekend, so Jan is off to do a bit of shopping and then off
to bring him over. He’s having a bit of rough period again and he’s not helping
his mum all that much. I’m not talking about actually doing chores, now, I’m
talking about his general behaviour, which is currently pretty poor. We are
keeping an eye on him as best we can because Sam needs as much help as she can
get with him right now. It does leave us at times wondering if we do right in
having him here. But at least it helps Sam by giving her a break from him. Why
he only kicks up at home we don’t know. Here he’s as good as gold.
Today’s
photo then is of course from yesterday …
£12 a knock!
And today’s
funny …
A DEA
Agent stopped at a ranch in Texas and talked to an old rancher. He told the
rancher, “I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs.” The rancher
said, “okay, but don’t go into that field over there…”, as he pointed out the location. The DEA Agent verbally exploded and
said, “look mister, I have the authority of the federal government with me!”
Reaching into his rear back pocket, the arrogant officer removed his
badge and proudly displayed it to the rancher. “See this badge?! This badge
means I can go wherever I want… On any land! No questions asked, no answers
given! Do you understand old man?!”
The
rancher kindly nodded, apologized, and went about his chores. Moments later the
rancher heard loud screams, he looked up and saw the DEA agent running for his life,
being chased by the ranchers big Santa Gertrudis Bull…… With every step the bull was gaining ground on the officer,
and it was likely that he’d sure enough get gored before he reached safety. The
officer was clearly terrified. The old rancher threw down his tools, ran as
fast as he could to the fence, and yelled at the top of his lungs…… “YOUR BADGE! SHOW HIM YOUR BADGE!”
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