The Samsung space time continuum abnormality seems to have self healed after an one off alarm at 00.03 Thursday- the time rift that had infected my phone disappeared, alarms now go off when wanted, or rather when not wanted- I forgot to switch it off over the weekend resulting in much grumpiness on Sunday morning,but it was a novel surprise to wake up today and realize it wasn't Tuesday - I have a theory that Samsung have been monitoring my posts and don't want their secret out that they don't do Mondays, thus sent instructions via magic rays from space to my phone convincing it that Monday is actually Tuesday -will be interesting to see if I wake up thinking Thursday is Friday?
The view from the edge of the Shed is back to its normal self the children have mainly been listening to this on the school run
I explained to the 8 year old about The Clash and this album being iconic to a generation, after he grasped my explanation of iconic I showed him the album cover (iconic in its self) he asked "Why on earth is he smashing up his guitar" Tricky one to explain,- hes lost in the passion of the music; caught up in the energy;frustrated,anger,making a statement,trying to work out how to use a Samsung phone were all things that crossed my mind, but I had to be careful not to condone it was OK to display so much enthusiasm and passion about something that you smashed it up -the last thing I wanted was a real life funeral prior blazing in his bedroom for "Jedi Bob" and his X wing that didn't make it back- Super Bloody Nanny never had to explain this one -in the end I copped out and said it was a bit like an "act" but he should never do it during Tuesdays guitar lesson -or any lesson for that matter unless he was old enough to buy his own guitars.
House bashing has been plodding on, I've repaired the bathroom walls well enough to allow a "hardwall" render to be applied prior to plastering I also managed to install a 6" liner and keeper plate to allow a wood burner to be installed next to the free standing bath -keeping me going have been thoughts of day long soaks in the bath sampling bottles of red gently warmed next to the pot bellied stove,in reality a combination of instant "espresso" coffee, night nurse and other hallucinogenic decongestants have kept me going , as mucus "bilesnot" and old plaster dust seems to have blocked most orifices normally used for breathing,the end is in sight though,just a bit of studwork to go and the plasterers etc can come in an do thier stuff
I've also been offered some paid work for a few months- which might allow the luxury of a plumber- this would cheer me up no end as I am the grumpiest plumber in the world -the down side will be having to wash shave, put clean clothes on and talk to people on a daily basis
On a more cheerful note I picked up a manual gearbox and a spare engine for the Rover P6 and it looks like the P6 will be with me in the next 10 days or so
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| Not the Rover engine BWM intended to be in a Discovery |
The weekend just gone involved catching up with some old friends
My normal pose on a small cold narrow gauge railway
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My normal pose at Uncle Slimeys house
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Daddy duties have included "Bastard Ballet" "Sodding book fair" and "pain in the arse dressing up day"- the theme was "out of this world" I wanted to paint a black hole on the child's T shirt but this was deemed to obtuse so I went for the very topical "space rock" theme following the recent incident in Russia
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| More Ziggy Stardust than Brian Cox |
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| The Eight year old with next doors Shetland ponies |
That's it for this post I'm off to leak snot onto my pillow...
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