Wednesday, 26 February 2014
Tuesday, 21 January 2014
The Cows
So I had my young Godson staying for a few days.
He really likes visiting the local farm to look at the animals and on this occasion, God knows why, I decided to take him through the woodland at the bottom of the garden as a bit of an adventure.
I'm not going to mention about getting stuck trying to cross the stream or me falling in up to my waist when we did attempt it, although it did make it easier for him to cross over, as he let me know in no uncertain terms. To be honest, I'm not sure who leads who astray the most. I digress.
We eventually got to the fence line on the other side of the woodland where we then had to climb through the fence to avoid the barbed wire running along the top, this would allow us entry into the farmers field with the cows.
(At this point may I remind you that I was still soaking wet having just fallen waist deep, into the stream)
I grabbed onto the middle of the fence with both hands in order to pull it up to allow James to crawl under the barbed wire. "So that'll be the "Old Electric Fence Cable, running through the middle of the Wire Fence Ploy"
Luckily my Godson didn't realise the the destructive capability of the Farmer's 2 mile long Taser Death Trap and happily went off to feed the cows
He really likes visiting the local farm to look at the animals and on this occasion, God knows why, I decided to take him through the woodland at the bottom of the garden as a bit of an adventure.
I'm not going to mention about getting stuck trying to cross the stream or me falling in up to my waist when we did attempt it, although it did make it easier for him to cross over, as he let me know in no uncertain terms. To be honest, I'm not sure who leads who astray the most. I digress.
We eventually got to the fence line on the other side of the woodland where we then had to climb through the fence to avoid the barbed wire running along the top, this would allow us entry into the farmers field with the cows.
(At this point may I remind you that I was still soaking wet having just fallen waist deep, into the stream)
I grabbed onto the middle of the fence with both hands in order to pull it up to allow James to crawl under the barbed wire. "So that'll be the "Old Electric Fence Cable, running through the middle of the Wire Fence Ploy"
Luckily my Godson didn't realise the the destructive capability of the Farmer's 2 mile long Taser Death Trap and happily went off to feed the cows
Thursday, 9 January 2014
When you need to get home
So the storms that hit Scotland a few weeks ago caused havoc for many people.
Really. Proof that someone up there really doesn't want me to get home. Unbelievable.
Listening to the reports on the radio should have been warning enough for any sane person, but NO, I decided that I'd drive the 127 miles home after a 12 hour shift rather than than stay local. I'd heard that the main M74 motorway was closed in both directions so decided I'd cut across country to miss all the traffic.
This is not funny.
Neither was this
This really isn't happening
Wednesday, 8 January 2014
Sunday, 29 December 2013
Guajiro Honey Rum
So my son and daughter-in-law and my lovely Granddaughter come up to stay for a few days. My wife left me in charge of the house with the parting gift of "keep it clean for the kids coming up"
Sent from my iPad
Anyway, my son Nicki produces a bottle of Guajiro Honey Rum and says " dad you've got to try this it's amazing, have a smell and see if you can recognise what's in it" Unscrews the top and hands me the bottle.
Well. How was I to know that it wasn't a glass bottle, it looked like a glass bottle and as I took it, gripped it hard and emptied a quarter of it all over the floor, myself and the chair that I was sitting in.
Resulting in this.
Sent from my iPad
Tuesday, 17 December 2013
Nuts and Bolts
Well so much for hoping that by writing in a blog, the mishaps that follow me around would occur less often.
We bought a cot for my granddaughter to use when she was eventually old enough, rather than the travelling cot that she's been using up until now. We knew that by Christmas she would be big enough to be using the cot.
It's been lying under our bed, still sealed and unpacked since we bought it in March, so yesterday was a good opportunity to unpack it and put it all together.
Strangely enough, there were no screws or bolts to enable me to build it and of course so far, it's been impossible to contact the company. And of course it's my fault. Unbelievable.
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