It's all a bit deja vu, really, as we have moved into a house built in 1968, which is more or less what we lived in until we moved to the big house in Orpington in 1978. But we feel comfortable here, and we have spare bedrooms, which means that we can have house-guests again, which again is something we have not been able to do since we moved back to UK from Jersey 10 years ago. The whole place shows up well on Google Earth.
We learnt a new game the other day - Bat and Trap. It is a traditional Kent game. The best on-line description is at http://www.tradgames.org.uk/games/cricket.htm and the joy of the game is that it is played at pubs at various places round the county. I won't attempt a description of it here, so go to the web site above of you are interested.
I suppose the next item on the agenda is the replacement of the kitchen. What we have moved into is a completely unimproved 1968 house. It has a Schreiber kitchen, and a downstairs loo that must have been installed when the place was built - the suite is sky blue, which is the colour that preceded avocado in bathrooms. I think it should be preserved, but management has insisted that we have to be modernised, so I expect that there will be a period suite on e bay shortly. The house also has ye olde fuse wire box, and that also has to be replaced with a consumer unit. I fear that it will be more sensitive than fuse wire, and will detect all sorts of problems in the wiring, thus generating more expenditure, but so be it. What I don't want is what a friend of mine had, which is a house fire, although his seems to have been caused by a concave mirror caught by the sun.
Went to the Festival Hall on Saturday for a second dose of the magnificent organ - it really is a splendid instrument. It must be wonderful to be able, all on your own, to generate such a powerful sound with so little effort.
Rotary here is catching up with the American version. We are to have a sergeant-at-arms, and I have been persuaded to do it. I used to enjoy it in cayman, but here it will be much more difficult to persuade Rotarians to part with their spare change. I'll report on progress later.
Internet funnies and spectacles are in short supply at the moment, which is a pity as I used to rely on them for material for the sergeant's addresses in Cayman, so all contributions will be gratefully received. In the meantime, here is this month's crop:
DRIVER’S LICENCE INFORMATION
A mother is driving her little girl to her friend's house for a play date.
A mother is driving her little girl to her friend's house for a play date.
'Mommy, ' the little girl asks,
'how old are you?'
'Honey, you are not supposed to
ask a lady her age,' the mother replied. 'It's not polite.'
'OK', the little girl says, 'How
much do you weigh?'
'Now really,' the mother says,
'those are personal questions and are really none of your business.'
Undaunted, the little girl
asks,'Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?'
'That's enough questions, young
lady! Honestly!'
The exasperated mother walks away
as the two friends begin to play.
'My Mom won't tell me anything
about her,' the little girl says to her friend.
'Well,' says the friend, 'all you
need to do is look at her driver's license. It's like a report
card, it has everything on it.'
Later that night the little girl
says to her mother, 'I know how old you are. You are 32.'
The mother is surprised and asks,
'How did you find that out?
'I also know that you weigh 130
pounds.'
The mother is past surprised and
shocked now. 'How in Heaven's name did you find that out?'
'And,' the little girl says
triumphantly, 'I know why you and daddy got a divorce.'
'Oh really?' the mother asks. '
Why?'
'Because you got an “F” in
SEX….'
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The world's
smallest V12 engine...
This video documents the
construction of the world's smallest V12 engine. This kind of engine is usually
found in automobiles: but there may not be a car small enough at the moment for
this custom-built model to work inside it. Go to http://www.wimp.com/tiniestengine
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Thanks, David, for this…..
NAG NAG NAG
An attorney arrived home late, after a very tough day trying to get a stay of execution. His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had failed and he was feeling worn out and depressed.
As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him about, 'What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been? Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it'. And on and on and on.
Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he poured himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he dragged himself up the stairs.
While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered and was told that her husband's client, James Wright, had been granted a stay of execution after all. Wright would not be hanged tonight.
Finally realising what a terrible day
he must have had, she decided to go upstairs and give him the good news.
As she opened the bathroom door, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, bent over naked, drying his legs and feet.
'They're not hanging Wright tonight,' she said.
He whirled around and screamed, 'FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOMAN, DON'T YOU EVER STOP?!'
An attorney arrived home late, after a very tough day trying to get a stay of execution. His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had failed and he was feeling worn out and depressed.
As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him about, 'What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been? Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it'. And on and on and on.
Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he poured himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he dragged himself up the stairs.
While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered and was told that her husband's client, James Wright, had been granted a stay of execution after all. Wright would not be hanged tonight.
Finally realising what a terrible day
he must have had, she decided to go upstairs and give him the good news.
As she opened the bathroom door, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, bent over naked, drying his legs and feet.
'They're not hanging Wright tonight,' she said.
He whirled around and screamed, 'FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOMAN, DON'T YOU EVER STOP?!'
What do retired guys do@
It’s not all sitting around with a wine glass in your hand!
http://www.youtube.com/embed/96I_UrTOZF0
http://www.youtube.com/embed/96I_UrTOZF0
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World's Largest Corkscrew - from an inventive machinist’s mind. . .
This is great,
no more looking through drawers for a cork screw !
Every family
should have at least one.
Thank goodness
for screwtops
I'm knackered
just watching and can do with a drink
Bu**er wot about
the sediment?
I'll try and post promptly in July, but the best lid plans.............
