I've been unable to type much on my phone today as someone bought me a knife sharpener for Xmas and it works amazingly well, so quite a few of my fingers are now covered in Elastoplast
Just respray a bit of fencing with chrome paint then stick it to the front of a golf cart and glue a small telly/large iPad onto the dash and hey presto, you've made your own.
Took a walk out in the snow..... A set of ski tracks were encountered along with MTB tyre marks. Snowman The view back home The Wrekin to the right in the picture. You can just make K2 out in the distance. The middle of nowhere, keep to the road and beware of Werewolves.
Shortly catching a train to Oxford where I’ll be staying for a couple of nights. Amongst the other sights Oxford has to offer I’ll be going to visit the Ashmolean art gallery to see the Radio Head exhibition currently on display.
With six walks in six days, the New Year's resolutions are going to plan so far. The question is for me why don't folk open their gobs when you say hello to them.
Yep, first time in London village visiting a bint and I was warned not to interact with strangers on the tube as it was generally thought an odd behaviour. Hadn't been told it caused anxiety and panic attacks in Cocknee geezer's.
First thing one of our pups, who is a picky eater, decided to scoff one of our big dog's meds that had dropped to the floor. That caused all sorts of panic with Doris thinking the little twat had poisoned himself. A phone call to the local veterinary hospital calmed the situation down somewhat and we just have to keep an eye on him in case he starts vomiting etc............a visit to the hospital would have been £300 for starters apparently. Anyway, so far so good and the little bastard is jumping around as if he's taken a wrap of whizz!! Following that little escapade I had a dental appointment booked with both the Hygienist and the Dentist for a check up/clean up this morning. However the dentist couldn't see me today for some inexplicable reason so I have to go there again tomorrow for the check up. This afternoon my builders maintenance decorator is due to come and repaint a door frame and skirting board to the stairs after some remedial work carried out under warranty on Monday.
I like the idea of having clean underwear on in case you should die in the street But it leaves me wondering and a little concerned if you are indeed secure in your neighbourhood, and if god forbid it to happen, you should die in the street you would be fleeced of all your belongings and stripped naked. I’m in Oxford now and it’s fucking mental here.
