The Garden Fence - proper Old Style support and chat!

pollyanna_26

You deserve an MSE medal monna your daily posts have tears running down my cheeks in a good way . I admit there were some times when I was coughing through the Pleurisy they almost caused my demise but it was worth the worry I was gasping my last . Never change .
polly

nursemaggie

We once had one of those too monna The hole in the floor, after we bought a new car some friends borrowed the old one to go to the north of Scotland to stay in a croft. They said the hole in the floor was very useful for emptying the potty on the motor way. Their eldest being 2 at the time.

I went to Mr M this afternoon. DS came to help me unpack, he only comes to see what I have got, he did eat six vegetable samosas before we finished. I bought them YS.

"OO we're having dinosaur for dinner tomorrow, are we?" he said as he pick up the the turkey leg I bought. "What is it?"

I told him we would probably eat the drumstick roasted tomorrow, and the thigh another day. It's enormous I'm not surprised he thought it was dinosaur.

polly I did suggest DS have a cooked breakfast but he thinks 2.30 am is soon enough to get up he is not getting up at 2 am. Well I'm not getting up at 2.30am and cooking it for him while he has his shower.

The move is supposed to sort out these awful hours a bit. a 10 hour sift plus 5 hours travelling is too much. It's as well he had yesterday off they worked until 4.50 yesterday that's more than 12 hours he would have got home well after bed time. I'm sure that's illegal on only a 20 minute break.

Softstuff

Oh Fuddle, hope they rescued you by now. I also hope someone saved you some food.

Nursemaggie, we used to buy a preroasted turkey leg back when they did them at a local supermarket here (turkey over here can usually be quite expensive). I don't think my husband had ever seen a full sized turkey leg, he was afraid they'd just cut off the one and the rest of the giant turkey would come looking for us :rotfl:

Monna, I hadn't heard that, but it makes great sense. After all, I'm still a slightly chubby young 'un.

On the subject of bad cars... my first ever car was a bedford rascal van, purchased from a couple of strange looking men on a promenade. The outside was predominately formed of rust and builders bog, with highlights of duct tape. Inside was spacious (cavernous), with 2 seats of dubious security (you were ok on the straight, iffy on a turn). The windows went down (just not up), the gear lever worked (if reluctantly), the handbrake not as much (but you could park in gear). It was quite economical on the petrol (it used more oil than anything else).

When driving it, I discovered that in high winds, the height of it made it not as aerodynamic as one might hope for a vehicle. Much like a cheap garden fence, you were apt to begin praying it didn't go over in any breeze. I went one day with it to pick up a two seater sofa, which fit very comfortably into the back. And lo, the handling improved dramatically. No teetering on corners, no swaying in the breeze.... and the overall interior noise reduced to a level that you could actually hear the passenger when yelling. I immediately got me to Do it all, where I purchased a half dozen bags of sharp sand, and thenceforth drove merrily with a newly acquired ballast.

It was a sad day when I waved goodbye to it at the garage, I swear I saw the mechanic wipe a tear too (after all, I'd left it there )

monnagran

I love it softstuff! Mine was a 1935 Austin 7, bought (unseen) for £20 from some student friends of my brother's. It was a purler. They had "overhauled" it. One of their improvements was to replace the exhaust pipe with an old water pipe, it still had the threaded tap end sticking out at the back. They had also souped up the engine to such an extent that I could leave Jags standing at traffic lights. If it didn't stall, that is. In that case I held up all the traffic while I did the business with the starting handle at the front, much to the gratification of leering lorry drivers who yelled their appreciation and wolf-whistled. I should have got their names, I could have been suing them now.
The handover was in Coventry. It was unfortunate that it was the day of Coventry Carnival. We heard the car coming before I ever clapped eyes on it. My brother and his friend leapt out, threw the keys at me and disappeared on the backs of a couple of motor bikes.
Off we went, me and my 8month pregnant friend. Every time I changed gear the engine stalled and I went through the cranking up pantomime. I had never been to Coventry before but there were plenty of police around who waved me in the direction I must go. I couldn't understand why the road was lined with crowds who cheered and waved flags while I clattered along, and shouted helpful suggestions when I stalled. I tried to turn off on to quieter roads but the police were having none of it and ushered me firmly back. It finally dawned that they thought I was part of the Carnival Parade. By this time my blood pressure was through the roof and my friend was crouching as low as she could get, sobbing.
Somehow I got that monstrosity from Coventry back to Petersfield in Hampshire.
Time has healed the wounds but will never efface the scars.

Motoring is just no fun these days, is it?

Softstuff

monnagran wrote: »

Motoring is just no fun these days, is it?

Well, it's not as... er... unpredictable. My husband, who shares my love of the absurd, was quite happy when we decided on our present vehicle, Stuey. Stuey is a rather bright yellow turbo fiat 500. When you see the vehicle, and my 6ft 2 husband, you wouldn't put the two together, but he's a tardis on the inside - the car, not my husband! (you'd be surprised what we've fit in him from Ikea!) He's the same colour as the yellow pages. Around here the fiat 500 is a relatively common vehicle (very nippy, easy to park), but when we've driven further afield, he becomes a bit of sight. We've had conversations with strangers admiring him, garnered many a cheery grin and a wave as we motor by and on one occasion on the motorway caused a passenger in another vehicle to lean out the window to take a photo of us :rotfl:. He still makes me smile when I see him parked. So, motoring can still be fun, even when it's safe.

monnagran

In our house they are called !!!!!!!" cars and the kids get points for being the first to spot one.

Then of course we have the cousin who planted Liberia in the rust holes in his old van.

I just had to leave Liberia in. Tablet has excelled again. Shall we try ...lobelia.

GOOD HEAVENS, Am I missing something here? What is the salacious meaning of b a n a n a?

mardatha

Monna, your tablet thinks. That might not be a good thing.. I definitely like the idea of Liberia being planted in a rusty car though.
Softstuff you have ruined the RV's picture of Australia. He thought it was full of terrific fast straight roads and everybody driving gorgeous big V6s.

Softstuff

I like liberia too... not sure how you'd plant that though :rotfl:

And as for bananas being salacious, I recall them being used to demonstrate condoms in school.... but .... never mind.

mardatha wrote: »

Softstuff you have ruined the RV's picture of Australia. He thought it was full of terrific fast straight roads and everybody driving gorgeous big V6s.

The roads sometimes are so straight in certain parts of australia, and so boring that people doze off through that alone. Of course, if you think potholes are bad in the UK, you've seen nothing yet. Our extremes of weather take a huge toll on the roads. And big cars, we have many, mostly utes or SUVs with the odd v8 commodore thrown in.

monnagran

Lightning visit from me today.

Woooah! I was nearly blown over by that collective sigh of relief.

My poor intellectually challenged tablet is refusing to be charged. I have 2 chargers. One new one which worked on and off and one old, battered one that didn't work, then it did work and now it doesnt again. The new one that did work fitfully has now taken the hump and gone back to bed. I have very little charge left so I will leave you and it to sulk.

THOUGHT FOR SUNDAY

If you think you have blown God's plan for your life, rest in this: You, my beautiful friend, are not that powerful. (Lisa Bever)

VJsmum

Morning all - i am away on a study break, trying to catch up with PhD work that has gotten behind because... Life.

Happy mother's (mothers' ?) day to those who celebrate - hugs to those for whom it is a tough old day. Mine is bitter sweet - i lost my mum 8 years ago but i have two lovely children of my own. DD bought me some Lush stuff (surprise surprise - she works there and gets discount) which was lovely and I have a card signed by DS that i am guessing he knows nothing about :rotfl: I hope for a text later...

I am going to work this morning and evening but am aiming for a cinema trip this afternoon to see something improving about child trafficking into a circus, though I believe it is uplifting also.

Back at it.. Have a good day all