Took delivery of the latest supply of bird food and enjoyed watching the Starlings get bugger all out of the new feeder; ordered 2 more to replace the others. Thanks @Twinlover
Richard was a very keen biker, but he eventually found time to meet a lovely girl and they were married. After the honeymoon, Rich was in his garage sorting out tools when his new wife came in to watch him. After a long period of silence she finally said: “Darling, I’ve just been thinking; now that we are married, maybe you don’t need to spend so much of your time out here in your garage and you could think about selling some of your bike stuff … like do you need all those spanner’s, old tyres, smelly oil. You could sell that tatty GSXR and with the money we could have a new bathroom.” A horrified look crept over Richard’s face and silently stared at her. She said, “Darling, what’s wrong?” He replied, “Nothing … but for a minute there, you were starting to sound like my ex-wife.” “Ex-wife!?” she screamed, “YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE MARRIED BEFORE!” Richard replied, “I wasn’t…”
In a previous life I worked at a haulage company with many fingers in pie(s) one of which was a HGV training school. Oh the joy of seeing the frustration of the instructors trying to have the pupils reverse into the allotted bay.
No driving involved in the DCPC courses, unfortunately, it is classroom (zoom call) based, need to do 35 hours every 5 years
Yes I’m still in and out of transport yards but they’re not anything like they used to be IMHO they’re either CDC, RDC and whatever other letters you can make up. CPC is just a scam IMO to lever money for no real benefit.
A quick wander around Hardwick Park Sedgefield…the weather was sh1te ! Rain here was dire.. When the F ! is summer going to happen !
Was going to go out on the bike today, but with a high chance of rain and thick black clouds decided not to bother. In typical fashion, it’s been dry here all day. I have, however, been watching the FOS live stream on YouTube, and enjoyed watching everyone else getting soaked. Indian takeaway for dinner, washed down with a bottle or two of red.
Been tazzing round the warm, dry, perfectly surfaced, traffic free roads near our French house on my Triumph Scrambler 400 again. I really don’t want to come back to shite British weather and traffic infested roads.
Needs must unfortunately. Not quite yet in a position where I can take three months off work. But three weeks out here confirms to me where I would rather be.
