Beer and Photos
Almost sums up my week really!
PaulSeward.com
Finding his photographic feet, one photo at a time
Handbrake Off!
Note to self, don’t leave the car with the handbrake off, even on what appears to be a flat piece of road. I don’t want to have a conversation like the following one.
“I’ll just phone my mechanic, he’ll pull me out of the ditch”
*ring ring*
“Hello? Is that Bob? Hi, It’s my fiat panda again…”
I is in ur buttercups…
…plotting ur downfall!
I say! Croquet?
Quite clearly the third most civilised way to spend your time in a field of buttercups!
When Mike Attacks!
Zap! Pow! Kerblam!
Deck Chairs
T’was the night before Bungay and all through the tent,
Not a creature was stirring
Not even some animal that rhymes with “tent”
But yes, I’m not dead. I’ve just been away for a week and a bit. This is the first of my holiday snaps! Hurrah!
My GPS for Bungay
Well, sort of. These are my instructions for getting to Bungay, well, the cut down version anyway.
That last step is slightly ambitious though. I’ve done that part of the route so many times now that I know it just enough to get it right, yet still doubt myself several times and miss the turning on the right.
Oh, and the full version has better spelling, junction numbers, and “Pick up J” written in somewhere around Norwich.
Why write down my route? I’ll be the only person in the car and need to know where I’m going – and I dislike GPS units. It’s not that I don’t trust them to understand one way systems, or even that one once told me to drive off a bridge – it’s mostly because well, if I’m going to get lost, I want it to be *my* fault.
Photographically, this is dull – but I’ve spent all day avoiding packing for tomorrows journey and needed something quick!
Loadsamoney
£445 in total. I don’t have all of it left though, I used most of it to pay my builder the last of what I owe him.
Magic Tickets
On the train home today, Neil hit upon a special piece of mystic sorcery that neither of us quite understand.
It would appear that if you have these particular tickets arranged in a not-so-neat little pile on your table, the train conductor glances at you and doesn’t ask you to buy a ticket – even if you want to buy one! Bingo! Free travel!
These tickets saved Neil a grand total of £1.50 (that’s about $423.28 American)
I still had to show my ticket though, good job I had a valid one.
Desperation
I feel I aught to point out, this is certainly not my front door. For so many reasons!