I must say that on Friday, I think it was, I had a new ISP. However more about that later.
My friend called and I had a few things I wished him to do.
The first was to look at my Rose Arch. He only confirmed what I suspected, that is the arch is damaged beyond repair. I was a little sad because if anyone decides to look at old posts, I am sure there is at least one of the Roses. Well on Saturday, I finally decided to dig the rambler rose up. A lot harder than I imagined but I did eventually manage to remove the main root. I took a cutting last year and so when we have the Autumn rains I will try to transplant the rambler at the boundary so that it will grow through the trees.
The second job was to get him to swap the old VCR, he had bought one and it was no good at all. This one is much better although it will not eject the tape by remote control. Not a disaster.
The third job was my rear gate, His brother assisted him with this work. I was at the dentist. When I returned the gate was fixed but it was not fitted well and was very hard to close. Anyway he decided to sink the hinges. Now I must admit, it is great the gate closes brilliantly. He also adjusted my spare bedroom door so that also is now perfect.
Finally, I asked him to look at my gates, yes the ones that would not close. I will take a photo of them. One hangs a little lower than the other. He thinks they can be adjusted. Mind you when I get my Hammerite is anybodies guess.
As for the new ISP, I will tell you more about it tomorrow. More soon.
Monday, 26 September 2011
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
Brother-in-Law
I have never spoken about my Brother-in-Law before but I have never rated him. Mind you I am not married to him and never in a million years would I wish to.
The first time I was told of his antics was when he was introduced to my Parents, at one stage my Sister who he was courting just said to him. "Lie down and I'll fan you". With that he lay down on the floor. My Mother was shocked. He was a son of a Policeman but was not intelligent at all.
He was the only child, had everything he wanted and was rather greedy and very selfish.
As anyone who reads my blog will know that many many years ago I worked on British Railways first as an engine cleaner then as a Fireman. It was as a Fireman when this incident happened.
I was always at work on Christmas Day, although as a rule there was nothing to do. I can honestly say that all my working life on the Railway I never had Christmas Day off work. We generally went to work at 6.00am and although we were supposed to finish at 2.00pm we often left work about 1.30pm.
It was the first Christmas that my Sister and her Husband were invited to Christmas Dinner, we call it that because that is how we were bought up. Dinner at dinner time, That is at about 1.00pm.
As I was at work, my Brother in law called Dennis offered to carve. I don't know why because he had no idea how to carve meat. In this case it was a Turkey.
Well he cut the meat after a fashion, mine was put on a plate and put to one side. After he had put the meat on all of the plates. He asked if everybody had got enough. With the answer of yes. He then put the remaining meat on his plate. I am telling you as my Mother told me. She was astounded.
When I got home she was full of it and told me that no matter what time I got home on Christmas Day, the Turkey would be left until I was there to cut the meat up myself. This was implemented from that day until I left home.
We found out that he was greedy too with other things. He was at a wedding and his drink is rum. He took the bottle and it never left his side until it was empty.
Mind you some things happened to him that he did not think was funny but my Father laughed heartily when telling me.
They went one day to a sort of zoo. There in the place was a parrot. There was a sign warning folks not to get too coled to the parrot as it had a liking for buttons. Dennis, thought there would be no problem so he went close to the bird. All of a sudden the parrot bit off one of his buttons on his jacket sleeve. "Bugger me" he said "All I did was stand like this". With a sudden move the parrot had the other button off. My Father couldn't stop laughing. His wife, my Sister was furious with him.
The other occasion he was put down was when they stopped at a country pub. My Father and Dennis went in and the rest sat outside. My Father ordered the drinks and Dennis got a tray and started to put the drinks on the tray, not without trouble it may be told.The owner saw him struggling and shouted. "Just a minute, just a minute. I've met clever buggers like you before. Dennis just left the pub, he couldn't stand anyone telling him straight. My Father was again in stitches when he arrived at the table carrying the tray of drinks. More soon.
The first time I was told of his antics was when he was introduced to my Parents, at one stage my Sister who he was courting just said to him. "Lie down and I'll fan you". With that he lay down on the floor. My Mother was shocked. He was a son of a Policeman but was not intelligent at all.
He was the only child, had everything he wanted and was rather greedy and very selfish.
As anyone who reads my blog will know that many many years ago I worked on British Railways first as an engine cleaner then as a Fireman. It was as a Fireman when this incident happened.
I was always at work on Christmas Day, although as a rule there was nothing to do. I can honestly say that all my working life on the Railway I never had Christmas Day off work. We generally went to work at 6.00am and although we were supposed to finish at 2.00pm we often left work about 1.30pm.
It was the first Christmas that my Sister and her Husband were invited to Christmas Dinner, we call it that because that is how we were bought up. Dinner at dinner time, That is at about 1.00pm.
As I was at work, my Brother in law called Dennis offered to carve. I don't know why because he had no idea how to carve meat. In this case it was a Turkey.
Well he cut the meat after a fashion, mine was put on a plate and put to one side. After he had put the meat on all of the plates. He asked if everybody had got enough. With the answer of yes. He then put the remaining meat on his plate. I am telling you as my Mother told me. She was astounded.
When I got home she was full of it and told me that no matter what time I got home on Christmas Day, the Turkey would be left until I was there to cut the meat up myself. This was implemented from that day until I left home.
We found out that he was greedy too with other things. He was at a wedding and his drink is rum. He took the bottle and it never left his side until it was empty.
Mind you some things happened to him that he did not think was funny but my Father laughed heartily when telling me.
They went one day to a sort of zoo. There in the place was a parrot. There was a sign warning folks not to get too coled to the parrot as it had a liking for buttons. Dennis, thought there would be no problem so he went close to the bird. All of a sudden the parrot bit off one of his buttons on his jacket sleeve. "Bugger me" he said "All I did was stand like this". With a sudden move the parrot had the other button off. My Father couldn't stop laughing. His wife, my Sister was furious with him.
The other occasion he was put down was when they stopped at a country pub. My Father and Dennis went in and the rest sat outside. My Father ordered the drinks and Dennis got a tray and started to put the drinks on the tray, not without trouble it may be told.The owner saw him struggling and shouted. "Just a minute, just a minute. I've met clever buggers like you before. Dennis just left the pub, he couldn't stand anyone telling him straight. My Father was again in stitches when he arrived at the table carrying the tray of drinks. More soon.
Monday, 19 September 2011
Duties completed
Well, that is the end of my duties for now.
I get up this morning and went round to open up and let the chickens out. To my surprise their car was on the drive. I thought about turning back but I thought that while I as there I would let the chickens out anyway. As I walked towards the garage, there pinned on the garage door was a note asking me to open up and feed the chickens as they had decided to travel late last night instead of this morning.
I duly let the chickens out and fed them, I noticed that the water was very low so I went hunting round for something to carry water in. I finished up in the greenhouse, there I found a watering can. This did the trick and the chickens were looking forward to plenty of drinking water and several had a good drink. I checked to see if there were any eggs, no I am sad to say. Yesterday, I also collected nil but in general I collected 6 most days.
It would be a few hours later when there was movement next door. I went round to give them the garage key and checked to see if they had read the note from the taxi driver. They told me that the young lad, who was going to college wanted some overalls. She asked me where I had got mine from. I told her the Railway about 50 years ago, I then suggested that they look for an Army and Navy store. That is if they still exist. I also suggested that they look online for overalls as that generally have a next day delivery. Her partner was looking in the Yellow Pages and informed me he had not yet checked the internet. I think it would have been my first port of call. Anyway, I left them to it wondering how long it will be before the young lad starts his travels to Boston College.
By the way, I told them I had taken 4 eggs and immediately was asked if I wanted anymore. I told them that that for me was plenty. More soon.
I get up this morning and went round to open up and let the chickens out. To my surprise their car was on the drive. I thought about turning back but I thought that while I as there I would let the chickens out anyway. As I walked towards the garage, there pinned on the garage door was a note asking me to open up and feed the chickens as they had decided to travel late last night instead of this morning.
I duly let the chickens out and fed them, I noticed that the water was very low so I went hunting round for something to carry water in. I finished up in the greenhouse, there I found a watering can. This did the trick and the chickens were looking forward to plenty of drinking water and several had a good drink. I checked to see if there were any eggs, no I am sad to say. Yesterday, I also collected nil but in general I collected 6 most days.
It would be a few hours later when there was movement next door. I went round to give them the garage key and checked to see if they had read the note from the taxi driver. They told me that the young lad, who was going to college wanted some overalls. She asked me where I had got mine from. I told her the Railway about 50 years ago, I then suggested that they look for an Army and Navy store. That is if they still exist. I also suggested that they look online for overalls as that generally have a next day delivery. Her partner was looking in the Yellow Pages and informed me he had not yet checked the internet. I think it would have been my first port of call. Anyway, I left them to it wondering how long it will be before the young lad starts his travels to Boston College.
By the way, I told them I had taken 4 eggs and immediately was asked if I wanted anymore. I told them that that for me was plenty. More soon.
Friday, 16 September 2011
Ex neighbour called
I was only thinking of Linda, my ex neighbour last night and this morning she called to see me. I asked if she would like a few runner beans and she told me she would love some as she had missed getting them from me.
I told her I was looking after the chickens for next door. Well only letting them out in the morning and feeding them. I then pop round in the afternoon to give them a few meal worms.
Yesterday morning, I guess it was well before 8.00am. I was at the garage and getting the feed for the chickens when I heard a car blow his horn, I turned round and this taxi driver was winding his window down he asked me if I could help him. I informed him that I was only a neighbour feeding the chickens. The taxi driver then told me he had come from Boston and was checking where to pick up next week. I asked him if he meant taking the young lad to Boston College. He affirmed this. I then told him that I had been informed that he was going to college about 3 times a week. I also told him that he was disabled. I did not tell him that he was mentally, not physically disabled. He told me he knew this. With that he left. A few minutes later I thought I heard someone calling me but as I am hard of hearing I was not sure. True enough though, it was the taxi back again. He asked me if they were on holiday and when they would be returning. I told him that next Monday she told me that they were coming back. He looked surprised as he told me he should be picking the lad up next Monday. As he had to also pick someone up in Alford, there would be no point in coming up the coast road if there was nobody to pick up. He then wrote a note and asked me to see if she would contact the taxi company immediately she returned so that arrangements could be made to pick the lad up.
I was left in some sort of a daze. Here we are supposed, that is the government is supposed to be cutting costs and here we are having a taxi service to take a lad to Boston College. There is a bus that takes all the young students to Boston College every day. It also brings them back in the evening.
I tried to work out how much it was costing the tax payer. A taxi form Boston to Alford, a journey of around 35 miles. That is around 140 miles a day. Boston to Alford and then back to Boston College, then the return journey in the evening.
I wonder if it is me or has the government got it's priorities wrong?
As for Linda, she has been house hunting since she left and has now found a bungalow and hopes to move in within the next 2 weeks. Once she has settled in she wishes me to visit her. Of course I will do, although I don't visit many people. More soon.
I told her I was looking after the chickens for next door. Well only letting them out in the morning and feeding them. I then pop round in the afternoon to give them a few meal worms.
Yesterday morning, I guess it was well before 8.00am. I was at the garage and getting the feed for the chickens when I heard a car blow his horn, I turned round and this taxi driver was winding his window down he asked me if I could help him. I informed him that I was only a neighbour feeding the chickens. The taxi driver then told me he had come from Boston and was checking where to pick up next week. I asked him if he meant taking the young lad to Boston College. He affirmed this. I then told him that I had been informed that he was going to college about 3 times a week. I also told him that he was disabled. I did not tell him that he was mentally, not physically disabled. He told me he knew this. With that he left. A few minutes later I thought I heard someone calling me but as I am hard of hearing I was not sure. True enough though, it was the taxi back again. He asked me if they were on holiday and when they would be returning. I told him that next Monday she told me that they were coming back. He looked surprised as he told me he should be picking the lad up next Monday. As he had to also pick someone up in Alford, there would be no point in coming up the coast road if there was nobody to pick up. He then wrote a note and asked me to see if she would contact the taxi company immediately she returned so that arrangements could be made to pick the lad up.
I was left in some sort of a daze. Here we are supposed, that is the government is supposed to be cutting costs and here we are having a taxi service to take a lad to Boston College. There is a bus that takes all the young students to Boston College every day. It also brings them back in the evening.
I tried to work out how much it was costing the tax payer. A taxi form Boston to Alford, a journey of around 35 miles. That is around 140 miles a day. Boston to Alford and then back to Boston College, then the return journey in the evening.
I wonder if it is me or has the government got it's priorities wrong?
As for Linda, she has been house hunting since she left and has now found a bungalow and hopes to move in within the next 2 weeks. Once she has settled in she wishes me to visit her. Of course I will do, although I don't visit many people. More soon.
Thursday, 15 September 2011
Winds
It makes me realise the power of Mother Nature. On Tuesday evening I was checking my site when there was a sudden rush of wind. Nothing like anything I have seen before. We had the tail end of the hurricane that struck the eastern side of America, but that seemed to have passed. It was quite disconcerting but it soon passed. I just though how lucky we are in this country not to have such events as severe earthquakes, tornadoes and hurricanes.
On Wednesday morning I looked out of my window and noticed what I thought was damage to my rose arch, thinking that the rose had been blown from the arch. Not a bit of it, the arch had been ripped out of it's securing and was damaged, I think beyond repair but my mate who will be here next week will either confirm or deny this.
Now to the chickens. I am collecting eggs, about 6 daily and the small wicker basket is almost full so I don't know exactly where I will be putting the rest. I do not have any egg boxes. I suppose I will find somewhere. I get up and open the chickens and feed them. I think it is the neighbours Mother who then shuts them up at night. I have not seen anybody though. They do not get back until Monday so there will be plenty of eggs for them. More soon.
On Wednesday morning I looked out of my window and noticed what I thought was damage to my rose arch, thinking that the rose had been blown from the arch. Not a bit of it, the arch had been ripped out of it's securing and was damaged, I think beyond repair but my mate who will be here next week will either confirm or deny this.
Now to the chickens. I am collecting eggs, about 6 daily and the small wicker basket is almost full so I don't know exactly where I will be putting the rest. I do not have any egg boxes. I suppose I will find somewhere. I get up and open the chickens and feed them. I think it is the neighbours Mother who then shuts them up at night. I have not seen anybody though. They do not get back until Monday so there will be plenty of eggs for them. More soon.
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