04 May 2016
My boss wore a work-commemorative T-shirt all day today; as these things do it got me thinking about life-changing events.
I made the first step today towards changing mine.
Not acknowledging a suppressed mid-life crisis, not starting a life of crime or male modelling (despite the incessant demands to), not even thinking of dressing on the other side, no.
So, whilst at work I ordered a Three Wolf Moon t-shirt from Amazon, yes.
It arrives sometime tomorrow and, though I may not have time to wash and dry it prior to dress-down Friday, I nevertheless intend to wear it.
Now, if anything I’ve read about the power inherent in the shirts is true, however minuscule its effects are for me… it’s fair to say I’m expecting great things.
After a reasonably productive day I arrived home.
Heck, we have new neighbours!
It’s started.
02 May 2016
I’ve not decided which way, or if, I’ll vote in the UK’s local elections this week. A long standing Liberal Democrat I can’t really see past the local candidate’s pledge (if it is that) to provide the town with a theatre.
Er…
My upper school had a well-used theatre in the nineteen seventies, it’s still used today. There are more important things to spend money on.
To be fair to him, he’s not a local resident; previously a councillor in another district, he’s probably unaware of much outside his area, and - and I’m guessing here - would rather have the theatre in the being-regenerated town centre.
Guessing.
No, with 2 days before the poll no day we’ve yet again had no leaflets spelling out LibDem hopes and dreams. Again to be fair my recent post slagging ‘em off for a lack of info. at the local news site was addressed; all the candidates have’ pitches’ up. It’s a start.
So, a post entitled ‘Loony’?
I’d better see who else is up for election this time; you never know, someone might prove themselves worthy of…
…
28 April 2016
Last weekend we went to Edinburgh, stopped 2 nights, had a really good time. I counted over 29,000 steps for the trip, feel better for it; a successful weekend all round.
Incidentally, allowing for her growth since our last city excursion, daughter 2 will have walked around 37,000 steps. We bowed to her request this time, caught a bus for at least a part of our look around the city!
On the way home…
We stop at a motorway services. I need a pee so visit the gents. Washing hands afterwards (fastidious, me) I get a handful of the fluffy soap and place my hand under the automatic tap.
Nothing.
Wave it about, touch the spot I imagine the sensor should be… Nothing. Ok, let’s try the one to my left…
Same again.
Man to my left looks over, amused. “Is it me,” I say, “I can see my reflection in the mirror; not a vampire.” He laughs and leaves, thank goodness. I move left yet again, place my hand carefully. Success!
This morning at work I washed my hands after a, er… (sadly a warm seat this time.) I used the drier. Nice and warm. Lovely and warm in fact. “Oh yes…” I said, out loud, just as the dryer stopped.
I’d thought I had the gents to myself.
Wrong.
Snuffles wrong!
“Oh no,” I said to myself and exited sharply, hoping I’d not been heard.
21 April 2016
Cake. Pies. Pizza. Good wishes… Every time we have a birthday at work we colleagues get the benefit of the celebrant’s largesse; it’s great.
Yesterday’s and today’s celebrations put my recent kilogramme of biscuits to shame: yesterday 3 large pre-sliced cakes; today pies, pizza, chicken nuggets, other foodstuffs, and the remains of yesterday’s cakes!
At the 10am daily brew time I chanced an arm - being Queen Elizabeth II’s 90th birthday it seemed appropriate to alert the birthday boy thus: “Brew time ma’am!” I curtseyed too. Badly though, I’m out of practice.
It was received well.
I found a personal limit yesterday; 9 pieces of cake, sized small as they were, is indeed too much.
Perhaps I should have used the title ‘plentiful’, a good couple of days.
19 April 2016
I hold a healthy amount of respect for our local Conservative councillors: approachable, local people; all with local interests at heart. All turn out to community-organised events. If not pillars of our community then friends of it, with a deep understanding of what makes it tick.
At a national level though, Conservatives seem completely, irredeemably, incompetent. If not morally-bankrupt, they’re providing us with a useful template, a solid foundation for future generations to build misery on.
Speaking of foolish people, my life tends to run along a series of streaks. ‘Cold Toilet Seat’ and ‘Blogging’ are just 2 I could mention. Here’s a good one though:
Days I haven’t made a complete arse of myself: 0.
It reset today.
(Not telling.)