Change of subject again. It's definitely feeling autumnal this evening. Cool enough to think about needing a cardi and I've had to get OH to bring the ficus benjamina and elastica in from their summer hols on the shady part of the terrace.
Why does he just barge thru doorways and bang their tops on ceilings? They're living and breakable! Can't carry them myself cos I've done a damage to my neck region. Double bummer.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
How come everybody is suddenly 'speaking' about things? Why can't they just 'talk' about them like they used to? It drives me mad! Surely one speaks in order to talk.
Welcome to my curmudgeonly day! (Incidentally, don't you hate it when you open the box and read "Welcome to your new toaster!" Ridiculous nonsense. Blah blah...)
I tried to visit my mum today - normally a trip involving 2 and a half hours on 2 trains, and an hour on a bus, each way. First train was cancelled due to "insufficient rolling stock", resulting in a 36 minute wait in the rain for the next one (which was 6 mins late) and a missed connection in Leeds. Next Trans Pennine Express train from Leeds to Newcastle (the company whose trains I had to travel on, having booked the original journey with them) was cancelled; they only run one an hour. "Try appealing to the conductor on the next Glasgow train", said the girl at the info desk. "It's a Cross Country train but he might let you on..."
Said train was due in 10 minutes, arrived 20 minutes late due to a broken-down train blocking the line. "Yes, get on!" said the conductor. I was just sinking into a seat (reserved from Darlington, but at least I'd get to sit for part of the journey) when an announcement was made. "Trans Pennine Express tickets will not be honoured on this train. You will have to buy a full price ticket."
I got off. The next TPE train to Newcastle wasn't due for another 50 minutes, assuming it would decide to turn up. I'd get to my mum's care home about an hour before I'd have to leave to start the journey home, with luck. So I came home again... and immediately after lunch we had a 4-hour power cut.
I'm off to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be better...
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
Come back, British Rail, all is forgiven. We thought BR was crummy, but it was a damned sight better and cheaper than what we have to put up with now. I believe something like 75% of the shares in our railways are now held by foreign state owned railways, and that our government pays them much bigger subsidies than BR ever received.
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Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Why does he just barge thru doorways and bang their tops on ceilings? They're living and breakable! Can't carry them myself cos I've done a damage to my neck region. Double bummer.
hope it’s better soon
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Surely one speaks in order to talk.
Never thought about that Pp, but you're right
I tried to visit my mum today - normally a trip involving 2 and a half hours on 2 trains, and an hour on a bus, each way. First train was cancelled due to "insufficient rolling stock", resulting in a 36 minute wait in the rain for the next one (which was 6 mins late) and a missed connection in Leeds. Next Trans Pennine Express train from Leeds to Newcastle (the company whose trains I had to travel on, having booked the original journey with them) was cancelled; they only run one an hour. "Try appealing to the conductor on the next Glasgow train", said the girl at the info desk. "It's a Cross Country train but he might let you on..."
Said train was due in 10 minutes, arrived 20 minutes late due to a broken-down train blocking the line. "Yes, get on!" said the conductor. I was just sinking into a seat (reserved from Darlington, but at least I'd get to sit for part of the journey) when an announcement was made. "Trans Pennine Express tickets will not be honoured on this train. You will have to buy a full price ticket."
I got off. The next TPE train to Newcastle wasn't due for another 50 minutes, assuming it would decide to turn up. I'd get to my mum's care home about an hour before I'd have to leave to start the journey home, with luck. So I came home again... and immediately after lunch we had a 4-hour power cut.
I'm off to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be better...
Good morning.