Oh B3 I so sympathize on the passport. A few years back I prepared my son and I to come to the UK, diligently sorted passports into two piles, his and mine “new ones” & “ hubby, plus old ones”, of course got to airport with the wrong pile 😱.
the other major one was standing in the kitchen and somehow taking the cats medication instead of mine…. 🙃
Marne la vallée, basically just outside Paris 🇫🇷, but definitely Scottish at heart.
This eejit is lying on the couch after slipping on some water this morning getting out of the shower. The leg with the hip prothesis done in 2017 slipped out to the side - I didn't fall but I have cancelled the appointment with my surgeon this morning for my other hip and knee. The receptionist told me to call an ambulance if the pain is not better after a couple of hours as I may have moved the damn thing!!
How are you doing?
Carmarthenshire (mild, wet, windy). Loam over shale, very slightly sloping, so free draining. Mildly acidic or neutral.
Ok --a long long time ago, well early 1970's, I joined the rest of the family in the world of work. I quickly realised that if I commuted by motorcycle I could leave last and be home first-it was cheaper than the train too. My parents only stipulation was to be certain to use the dead lock on the front door. This day I got home parked the bike round the back as normal, ( terraced house rear allyway) as I walked back round I was feeling in my pockets for the front door keys (motorbike jackets have a lot of pockets)- no keys. Tried inside pockets as well as outside, back to bike in case I had dropped them there or inside top box. No luck. Half way back round I remembered, there was a spare set hidden in the greenhouse return to back. I eventually found the spare set. Round to the front door and lo there were my keys still hanging from the bottom dead lock, they must have been there all day. Cripes! I returned the spare set to greenhouse, and never said a word to my parents. Weeks later my father had a word, one of our neighbours (retired) had seen them took them away for the day and put them back when he heard my bike going round the back alleyway. BUSTED. 🤒
The keys in the door stories made me laugh. Many years ago, we got home from work to find our front door unlocked. Turned out we had actually left it wide open. One of the neighbours noticed and after having a quick look in, was worried we had had a break in. She went and got another neighbour who was a friend of ours, who came to check. Rather embarrassing that she reassured the first neighbour that there were no signs of a break in, ‘it always looks like that ‘.
Why has it taken me two years to realise that if I swap the position of the toaster with the electric kettle, there is no chance of the toast popping out enthusiastically and falling down into the bin below?
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the other major one was standing in the kitchen and somehow taking the cats medication instead of mine…. 🙃
Ok --a long long time ago, well early 1970's, I joined the rest of the family in the world of work. I quickly realised that if I commuted by motorcycle I could leave last and be home first-it was cheaper than the train too. My parents only stipulation was to be certain to use the dead lock on the front door. This day I got home parked the bike round the back as normal, ( terraced house rear allyway) as I walked back round I was feeling in my pockets for the front door keys (motorbike jackets have a lot of pockets)- no keys. Tried inside pockets as well as outside, back to bike in case I had dropped them there or inside top box. No luck. Half way back round I remembered, there was a spare set hidden in the greenhouse return to back. I eventually found the spare set. Round to the front door and lo there were my keys still hanging from the bottom dead lock, they must have been there all day. Cripes! I returned the spare set to greenhouse, and never said a word to my parents. Weeks later my father had a word, one of our neighbours (retired) had seen them took them away for the day and put them back when he heard my bike going round the back alleyway. BUSTED. 🤒
. Still painful but with the help inflammatories and painkillers, much better.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.