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Rough Week

I was in Ashbourne on Sunday. Drove off and heard a clunk. After this lights of various colours and shapes came up on the dash. Sigh. So I stopped and looked behind me only to see a piece of car that shouldn’t have been there on the floor. But the AA man came to tow me home and a part was soon ordered and a mechanic said he’d come and repair it for a good price.

The next day was Monday and this is one of my cycle to work days. I got very wet on the way home as this seems to have been the week when the heavens have opened and stayed open.

Tuesday was another day on the bike to work. Very very wet again.

Wednesday I had to be out the house on the bike at 6.15 to get to the bus station. Then 3 buses over the day then back home on the bike. Very wet again. I’m getting my money’s worth out of my waterproofs.

On Thursday the car was still broken BUT the man is coming this morning to mend it! So up early again to cycle to the bus station again, then to Long Eaton. And I discover both of my car keys in my pocket – so I have to call the mechanic and cancel him. He’s very obliging tho and says he’ll come after I’m home this evening.At least it wasn’t very rainy this morning. Then back to town at lunchtime then to Pride Park, again not v rainy. An interesting afternoon as the stadium was hosting a classical concert for 3000 schoolkids – most annoying as the sound wasn’t much muffled by the clinic door. And eventually to home. Well another pain – the rain was back – not horrendous like the previous 2 or 3 days but bad enough. And then a mile from home my bike gets a flat tyre. Aargh!

And that was my week, great huh?


A lovely end to 2018

It’s been an interesting year has 2018.  We moved and bought a house (many thanks to so many people for help and assistance through the horrendous buying period).  We went to Germany and Edinburgh.  And we did a lot of DIY to the new place.

I also decided to write to Simon Mayo’s show on Radio 2.  Me and N listen to the podcast of a bit of his show called “Confessions”.  It’s generally PG rated (cos it’s on the beeb) and it’s a fun listen whilst taxiing N around to her various evening things.  The idea is that people write in with things that they wish to have forgiveness for.  This was originally people apologising for not giving stuff back but morphed into funny stories about people’s lives that may or may not have been out in the open before.  One particularly memorable one was a woman admitting to telling a female friend that their guy friend didn’t fancy her.  He’d already told her that he did fancy her.  The writer then got off with said male friend and ended up married to him.  And she’d never told anyone else.  She got some very shocked presenter gasps and noises.

Anyway turned out the show was going to finish and hence I wanted to get on it before they finished for good.  So I sent a wee tale.  Shall we say it’s “inspired by real events”?  Oh OK then it’s clearly totally made up but we have been to the water park involved (and highly recommended it is too).

And it only bloomin’ got on didn’t it!

Here it is:

And it was on the year end’s “best of Confessions” podcast too.  Very excited.

HNY to all and sundry.

Have fun.


Nothing to see here

OK so it’s nigh on a year since my last post.  Nothing has happened.

Apart from buying a house, doing lots of work on it, doing lots of work, illness, injury, disagreement with everything political (locally, nationally and internationally), Christmas, birthdays galore, trips out, New Years, and a holiday (next post).  And probably quite a lot more.

Suffice to say I’ve not had a lot of time nor desire to write ‘owt.

M’ere now tho.


Woken by a dream

I woke up this morning at about 6.  I was laughing and couldn’t stop.  I’d just thought of the best joke ever.

The dream I’d been having had me running a half marathon – ok that’s not right.  But I was and it was over roughish ground.  I wasn’t tired or anything and was running with friends.

We finished and I noticed the time I’d done it in was 2 hours and 23 minutes.  Whatever.

Then as we were packing up and getting ready to drive home I noticed that my friends were now Willow and Xander from off of Buffy.  And I was Giles.  And that’s when the joke hit me.

I kept trying to tell them the joke but couldn’t as whenever I tried I collapsed into fits of giggles which stopped me.

And then I woke up, giggling and struggling to stop.  I think the giggling was at least partly due to me failing to get through it without laughing and watching their “oh my god what’s he going to say” faces in my dream.  And it still makes me giggle.

Now I write it down the joke isn’t all that but that’s dreams for you.


“As Meatloaf would have said – two twenty three ain’t bad”.

Oh but you should have been there.



I may have mentioned that I listen to a bunch of podcasts.  One of them is the Rhod Gilbert show from Radio Wales.  It’s a particularly fine show with great co-hosts.

Anyway one feature he has is “Celebrity Out of Context Bingo” – which is where people can email in telling Rhod about an encounter they have had with a celebrity in which the celebrity is ironically doing the opposite of something they’re known for.  For instance perhaps – that bloke from Antiques Roadshow buying something new and shiny.  The small print of the rules are quite tricky and are regularly picked apart by the guests.  The main point ends up being – if it’s funny it’ll get on.

Someone wrote one about Ian McKellen which was quite clearly made up so I wrote one to point this out.  It only got on!

Anyway here it is from the show.


Migraine 2 – The Return of the Aura

On Monday I was at work and the desk to my right started flashing blue.  On second look it was just the far right side of my vision that was flashing and it wouldn’t go away.  Now I’ve only ever had 1 migraine before but have learned enough to know that this was the onset of another.  Great, still a few hours of work to get through.

Anyway I tried soldiering on but had to stop.  I tried paracetamol but that didn’t have much effect.  Eventually I tried resting in the darkened room for an hour.  No real benefit so then I headed home to my darkened bedroom.  It all eased off well in the afternoon thankfully.

And now I’ve got a rotten throat.

Great week for health.


Car Wars Episode 6 – Return of the Engine Light

So the Galaxy is gone. Yay.  The Skoda has been our most solid car ever – highly recommended.  Anyway R has been telling me that the car “judders” and the engine light has been coming on.  So I drive it a few times and there’s an engine light on at first but no juddering.  After stopping at work for a few hours I get in it again and no engine light and no juddering.

Next day R gets in it again and texts that the light is back on and it judders.

This pattern repeats a couple of times.

So today it was MOT day – no light and no judder, great.

Then, on the way to the garage, the light came on and I felt the judder for the first time.  Good timing.

The car did pass its MOT though and the guy said that the error was a fuel injector being bunged up.  He stuck a fuel treatment in and said that might help.  With a bit of luck it’ll last long enough for us to sell the thing.

We’ll see.


A bit of a headache

Last weekend we went to Warwick Castle for a day out.  The kids loved it.

But this was a weird one.

When driving there I had a weird light thing flashing into my right eye – it kept recurring and was an irritant but only that.

Once there N wanted to do the dungeon excursion – think a London Dungeon type thing – age 10 or over only.  Whilst sat waiting I started to get a headache behind my left eye.  Wasn’t fun.  Once in it was all dark and claustrophobic.  The first 2 rooms were ok, N loved the “chef”.  Then we got into the torturer’s room – I was getting more headache and it felt a bit like my eye was pushing forwards.  N hated this room – wasn’t scared by it but upset by the thoughts of what this kind of man would do to his victims.  Anyway she wanted to leave.  We did – I was pleased as it meant I could crash out on the floor for a bit.

N took the kids away whilst I sat down on a step for a bit.  This lasted quite a while as my headache got worse and worse.  Absolutely horrible.  Eventually 2 staff members came and got me and took me to a quiet room to lie down for a bit.  R went to buy some paracetamol for me.  A great way to spend our day out.

Turns out I just had a migraine – a first for me.

Then I googled “first migraine after 40” and wished I hadn’t.  So to the GP in the week for reassurance.  Grr.


Car wars

I was in Nottingham yesterday afternoon for work.  The plan was to zoom back to Derby to pick up Tomas the handy mechanic and then whisk him off to Mansfield to see another car.  All in rush hour.

So I get there at 5:15 to pick him up and off we go. 30 minutes later we’re called by R to let us know that the bloke has already sold the car we were going to see.


So today after work (again in Nottingham) I need to zoom off, this time to Wirksworth, to have a look at yet another possibility.




Ma wrote me this recipe a while back and I keep losing it and forgetting it so I’m leaving it here hence I’ll be able to find it occasionally!


4oz butter
1 oz sugar
2tablespoons golden syrup, warmed
8 oz oats

Heat oven to moderate (175 or mark 4).

Grease a tin measuring about 8 x 10 inches. I use a 6 or 7 inch sandwich cake tin.
Beat the butter and sugar until the mixture is creamy, then stir in the warmed syrup.
Then stir in the rolled oats.

(I put syrup, butter and sugar in a saucepan and heat until all melted. Very carefully. In order to measure the syrup I heat the tbspn in hot water or over the gas ring before scooping it out of the tin. It will then slide off the spoon.
Also you could include sunflower seeds or chopped nuts in the oats – not too many though.)

Press into the tin and bake until golden brown. When taking it out of the oven mark into portions but do not remove from the tin until cold or it will break up.


Ta Ma.


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