Sunday, 29 December 2013
Posted by Tony at 22:35
Saturday, 28 December 2013
So today's games have been modern versions of old classics, probably my favourite today was "Find the mobile phone" (hunt the thimble) a game where toddler places aunty's mobile phone safely inside an item of furniture and then gives unhelpful clues to adults seeking communication device. I did have a hilarious photo of this but so successful and entertaining was this game that the apprentice has enhanced the fun by using the camera as the thimble. Such fun!
Posted by Tony at 22:43
Friday, 27 December 2013
Thursday, 26 December 2013
Posted by Tony at 21:28
At farthest point of walk found naughty boys, the two escapees, Will.I.Am and pretty boy Apollo. Apollo gave it the thank God you found me routine and allowed himself to be walked slowly back. Will.I.Am gave it the I don't know who you are routine and stayed a distance away whinnying for support. 8 Berners rallied around yours truly and all 10 of us walked slowly back to HQ.
Knowing the difficultly faced ahead I phoned and asked beautiful and oh so patient wife to meet me outside to manage gates etc and so we all met in The Cauldron, 100 yards from safety, just in range of the AA lights and it all went rats. Pretty boy accidentally stepped on smallest Berner, Tasha, who in the darkness thought that a Troll had found her and she ran away. But as it was dark this was not noticed until we were all under the glare of the AA lights when the Berner deficit was obvious.
No amount of searching, name calling, falling over in the dark and swearing found the frightened puppy and eventually at 1 am we had leave her to it until daybreak.
Posted by Tony at 21:05
Wednesday, 25 December 2013
Once the drawbridge was raised and Techno's cat found, cornered, captured, contained and fed, our Christmas was focused on. I realised that perhaps I had over catered and could easily feed 40, not the 4 who are expected the break bread with us tomorrow. Just before midnight when the final touches were put to various presents my beautiful and oh so patient wife casually asked if I was sure that the toy house we had bought the apprentice that I was wrestling with in the living room would fit through the door when I had finished assembling it.
This was a feature of this particular gift I had not thought of.
Posted by Tony at 00:14
Monday, 23 December 2013
Trolley jousting at supermarket as world goes mad for every food item just in case they run out in the 36 hours the shops shut. Standard.
Posted by Tony at 23:25
Sunday, 22 December 2013
But the excitement of finding a leviathan of the earth pales to insignificance compared to what was going on around the hill. Techno had another visit from a GP and it was decided that he needed to go to hospital, and what better way to get there than in an ambulance. So quite why Steve the ambulance driver decided it was safe to get a fully laden bog standard ambulance up the track to Techno's lair is a question that will be pondered for a while in these parts over a cuppa and Rich Tea. But he managed to get it half way before the inevitable call for help to retrieve emergency vehicle from ditch was made. The militia turned up with a suitably massive tractor and saved the day.
I missed a fantastic photo opportunity.
But I did find a big worm.
Posted by Tony at 21:40
Saturday, 21 December 2013
A quiet normal life?
Posted by Tony at 21:50
Friday, 20 December 2013
So having to get on a train that I would have to get off and get on another one to get to my final destination was always going to be an anxious affair. Initially the small gods of rail travel were kind, I had a forward facing double seat all to myself, the views were pleasant and the journey comfortable. In fact so good that I mused the possibility of using the train more often.
Plans to take the family on holiday by train were dashed at the change over at Manchester Piccadilly when in the 12 minutes between trains I decided to go and buy a magazine having located the train and platform required to get to Durham. The magazine shop was in view of the platform, and had the 7 tills been operating then the nine people fretting in the queue would have been less concerned about missing their trains. For some inexplicable reason the young man at the front was trying to pay for a 75 pence bottle of water with a cheque book, the ensuing chaos and time wasting manifested in angry exchanges between several commuters one of which shoved cheque boy to one side and demanded service.
The assistant was non plussed at everyone's need for haste and went even slower. My turn came and when we eventually established that I didn't want a carrier bag or one of several chocolate bars on special offer my change was carefully counted into my outstretched palm and I ran back to platform 1 to get the trans Pennine Express.
While I was getting all het up in the newsagents the fat controller of the railway decided that platform 1 was too easy, really we should all be on platform 9 which changed back to platform 3 when we all formed up on 9. That part of the game complete I managed to get into the front carriage to find all seats reserved except for one.
The one next to the nutter.
He started quietly, as we pulled out of the station he cleared his throat several times in quick succession. I busied myself reading my magazine trying to ignore the barking and the smell of dead camels he exuded. As all the seats were reserved I had no avenue to escape. So we sat, one of us in silence, until he barked at me that he effing wanted off the train and he left startling people with his dog impressions.
Nerves steadied with a cuppa (which cost £3.20, when I got off the the train I found I could have a full cooked English with tea and toast for the same amount) I endured the rest of the trip and we pulled into Durham where the sight of its fine cathedral inspired me while seeing my mate Glen and his Berner Buddy on the platform reassured me that all would be well.
Me following Glen as I had no idea where I was except in the area referred to as The North East. All seemed well, we pulled into Asda where I filled new 4x4 (now called Gerry) with diesel, and again we joined the rush hour traffic.
Out on the dual carriage way, just as I was feeling quite pleased with myself, just as the saxophone solo from Baker Street hits its crescendo, just as I was satisfied that I had more buttons, LCD displays and LED lights than your average star ship commander could shake a stick at, and just as I ordered Scotty to give me warp factor 10 and overtook the worlds biggest articulated lorry there was a loud BANG from the front and a severe lack of engine feeling.
At this point Kirk would be screaming at Scotty for more power to the deflector shields who would be yelling back I canna hold her Capn I've given you all she's got, but in reality I was praying that the big lorry that I had just overtaken was not going to be too miffed at me cutting back in front of it and stopping.
Fully expecting the lorry to put the rear wheel carrier into the passenger seat I spotted a clear patch on the roadside and rolled to a stop on a flat green bit between bushes as miffed lorry screamed past.
Having survived the non-crash landing I tried to coax the stricken 4x4 back to life to no avail. I was now stuck, Glen who was driving a car that worked properly had gone off into the darkness, I was lost too as I had no idea where I was. To make matters even more fun my mobile phone decided to play silly buggers and would not phone or text.
Eventually I got a message out to Glen, Disco's died, and sent that to the nice man at the garage. As if by magic Glen reappeared behind me having spotted my absence and then my distress signal. As did a nice man in another Discovery who stopped to see if he could help. He had a black box computer thingy which he plugged into Gerry to see what the problem was. Gerry refused to speak to him. The computer said he could not help. So he left.
Except Gerry didn't want to be sorted out so they left and sent a recovery vehicle who's drivers lack of English was only surpassed by his lack of Geography (he drove past us) then his lack of situational awareness, You drive (accompanied by mime) You drive yes? pointing to back of truck now being lowered onto the road. Fully expecting a car to do a Dukes of Hazard stunt up the ramp I explained carefully in words of one syllable or less that if I could drive I would not be sat freezing to death on the side of the road. He nodded sagely than asked if I had a screwdriver, lucky for him I didn't and as I looked for another sharp implement Glen saved his life by lending him one. Gerry was hauled off and he was gone. The nice man phoned and promised the world by way of apology but we settled for a small selection of Pizza's (see yesterdays pics) and I spent the night with Glen's family.
The nice man selling him begged for forgiveness, and got lots when he gave me a slab of money back.
The SAS Rover Tech ninja phoned me to let me know that all would be well and that Gerry was a good un. They filled it with diesel (are you sure?) and I was free to go.
Except Gerry wouldn't start.
Until I swore at him and used a different key.
Then he was keen to go.
Over the next few miles Gerry was subjected to all manner of abuse, the rev limiter tested, speed test, acceleration, stopping, and once I got over the upset caused by mis reading the odometer which read nearly double the mileage (Glen pointed out kindly that I had got it on Km rather than Miles) the two of us were set to head south.
We waved goodbye to Glen and in the 250 miles we drove in 70-90mph winds, torrential rain, hail, through two floods and avoided two fallen trees, Gerry and I bonded and we think we will get on. He's behaved perfectly all day doing another 125 miles and only once refused to start. The non starting is down to one of the keys which after having its battery changed still refused to operate the locks or ignition so its been flung over the hedge.
A big thank you to all the The North East who made this tale a happy one.
Posted by Tony at 00:34