Finally, Pooh and I have turned a corner (there may of been a house on it) and from here on in, setting aside the constant drip of workload that will still exist, it should be bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun.

At some point there will be a session of “Lessons Learned” where we’ll have the opportunity to record for posterity some of the interesting things that have happened to us along our journey. Our adventures have been many and varied with all sorts of twists and turns and ditches and hedgerows and brooks and briers and even the odd coppice on the edge of the 100 acre wood. Pooh got to see the O-shun from a very great hight. I’m told the O-shun is like the widest part of the stream but much much wider. Pooh’s great adventure above it meant he was far higher than he ever reached while dangling from a balloon. I counted a lot of beans… Not just some, but a lot. It’s been eventful.

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With all this in mind I’ve decided to note down a few of our more enigmatic learnings whilst on our big adventure for Ee-ore to read, once Owl has taught him how. Here they are in no particular order….

“What Pooh Said” “Tigger told me to say that”
“If you turn the telescope around, the Nelifunt looks like a small squirrel”
“It is what it is” “We are where we are”
“Apart from the chocolates, the bier, the mannequin de pis, the Atomium and the homeland of Hercule Poirot, what have the Belgians ever done for us?”
“I must just go out to the garage to collect some ‘equipment’ ”
“Are we on a hiding to nothing up a blind alley chasing wild geese?”
“Give us a stroke of your lucky po-tay-toe”
Special thanks should go to the wheel brothers, Alloys and Wooden, for turning around so quickly.

…enough… those lessons are really only any good for a very small minority audience. And when I say small, I mean under 5’5″ 😉

In other news… The weekend came and went in a long, sultry, hot and sweaty sort of way, and very nice it was to. Let’s just rewind to Thursday, which was the last day anything appeared here.

Thursday night was a game of twilight golf – 15quid for 18 holes, but that does mean you have to get a shift on to get all 18 in before you loose the daylight. Four of us tried (Sniffer, Stan, Bampy & me), and we failed, due mostly to the fact that we couldn’t start until gone 5.30 because we all have jobs that require attention, but we did manage a good 12, or near enough and then a quick bite to eat and a couple of beers to wash it down in a local hostelry. All of which meant it was a Thursday that felt like a Saturday.

Twilight_golf

Friday was as Friday does – but I did spend part of the wet and damp evening deliberately not watching U2 at Glastonbury on the telly, because as much as I have enjoyed their music in the past, I’m a bit fed of them to tell the truth. That said, Coldplay, on Saturday, which I did see, were awesome. Satur-DAY involved cycling to the city, helping Son locate he best Pound to Euro exchange rate, ordering a new window blind and giggling and pointing at daughter in her “Where’s Wally” outfit for her fancy dress night out. Fun times.

Then finally on Sunday it was wall-to-wall summertime with heat and sunshine like we haven’t had since April. (I know!! April… What was all that about?). Sunday’s heat was far more intense than April’s though. So much so, that Mrs G managed to pop the heat detection system on her iPhone. Not sure it’s made a full recovery yet, so be warned. Don’t leave them sitting in direct sunlight for more than 10 minutes…

Hot

And what do you need on the hottest day of the year? A slap up roast beef dinner. It was well worth the sweating and toiling, although my gravy making skills need practice, and my usually perfect roasters, weren’t quite right. Ah well… next time.

So here we are again at a Monday. And what does the week have in store?? It appears that the car has to have an MOT and as part of that job I usually get it serviced to, so the first job once 9am rolls around will be to call Mickey to see when he can do it. No, stupidly, I looked at the paperwork proper on Saturday, and have discovered it needs to be completed by Wednesday, This might present me with a problem or two, but let’s see what happens.

I pray for the day that manufactures make vehicles so reliable that the MOT becomes obsolete. It does my nut in. Not least because it’s a legal requirement that doesn’t have auto-reminding documentation unlike insurance and road tax, both of which badger you plenty of time in advance of their deadlines. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve gone.. “hmmm, I’m sure the car MOT must be due soon?? Oh tomorrow??? really??? Oh bugger!”. I realise that I should just be more organised and write it in a diary or an automatic email notification, but there it is. For some mental-block reason, I don’t….

Tuesday should be a trip to the Starfleet offices (MOT dependant). I dare not try and look any further into the future than that. I might see something I like.
Have fun.


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