During the recent excursion to
Belgium, we ate in the hotel restaurant one evening. On scanning the menu I came across
hamburgers, fish and meat dishes then two choices that caught my
eye...........”Fillet of Fawn” and “Kangaroo Steak” served with fries and
salad. No, no, no, no, no, it is simply not right to snack on Bambi or
Skippy. This reminded me of an eatery we
used in Iceland, great buffet choice (even for my selective (i.e. fussy)
tastes), plenty of vegetables and hot food choices. One item was on offer every
evening.........Pony. Yes, real Black
Beauty. Now then, I have no real
affection for horses but eating them seems a little unfair. The owner of the establishment was more
philosophical about the situation, commenting “We play with them, then we eat
them....”. I didn’t sample Dobbin and
the additional choice of Sheep’s Head Flan on the final evening was left under
the heat lamps.
I discovered this week that the
local secondary school has a vacancy for a Learning Support Assistant so
checked it out online (never hurts to keep an eye on what is
around).........the advert described the position in brief detail and
unbelievably contained TWO spelling mistakes.
Excellent attention to detail (not) and sufficiently poor to discourage
me from looking further at the job specification.
July has landed with another
spell of wet weather (oh great) which doesn’t bode well for the British Grand
Prix weekend. Having been caught out
many times at Silverstone with extremes of weather, we are prepared this time
and have thick plastic sheeting and industrial clips to protect us from the
elements as our seats are on the open side of the grandstand. I need to dig out plenty of warm and
waterproof clothing this week and keep repeating this mantra to
myself..........I will not buy any
merchandise this year, I will not buy any merchandise this year, I will not buy
any merchandise this year....... The wet conditions should make qualifying
and race day interesting and I daresay there will be a few major spins off the
track. Bring it on!
Well then, the homecoming of the
holidaymakers arrived at the weekend and I made sure I was at the house ready
to welcome them back via their shiny hallway.
In they came, we went back and forth unpacking the car, had a natter in
the hallway, but neither of them noticed the glare which was so strong that
sunglasses should really have been called for.
After an hour or so I pointed out my handiwork with the paintbrush
and.................no telling off. How
bizarre and totally unexpected! The
decoration went down well and I have painted the newly plastered walls of the
rebuilt conservatory this week. In
between all this I have repainted my dining room, walls, woodwork, doors and
radiator over the course of about ten hours in total. See Dad, it doesn’t have to be a major
operation to get the brushes and paint pots out...............!!
On my parents return they
produced a copy of the local paper from Northumberland which did indeed feature
the photograph taken by the local reporter lady as we waited for the Olympic
Torch to arrive. Fame at last and it is
a pretty good picture too. I am in
process of obtaining a copy of the original.................signed copy anyone?
This week whilst on the morning school
run I passed a ‘private ambulance’ (otherwise known as an undertakers van)
parked outside a local house, obviously waiting to remove a newly deceased
person from the premises. A sad sight to
see, but I was astonished to see the two waiting undertakers laughing and
joking whilst awaiting the go ahead to carry out their work. Now then, I do realise that in every situation
some degree of frivolity can ease the moment, but to be displaying this in full
view of the household concerned (to say nothing of passing parents and
children) seemed to be a little tactless.
I cannot imagine my late Grandpa behaving in this fashion when he was waiting
to start the process of caring for somebody’s deceased loved one. Perhaps this is just the modern way of doing
things?
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