this FOT tomorrow..

Well, the black tooth and the rubber pipes under his jacket certainly
have caused me to question things. The flat cap too.

Are you sure you hadn't seen a mirror?

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique,
typed

He'd probably explain that away using the "water supply" excuse.

Won't have the things in the house.

--
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Hmm, not sure how that worked 3 months ago. If I remember correctly, it
was something about "prefering his own water".

Hmm, been caught that way in the past, yes?

I'm the same way with cheque books.

 

I didn't, actually - spent all day faffing around in the garden.

 

Ah, a sunny faff rather than a sweaty FOF.

I can understand that.

 

well, yes - I also washed the vehicle collection (or that part of it
currently in my actual possession) - I have to report that the Cif Oxy
Gel as recommended in the "cleaning spoked wheels" thread really does
work, at least as well as Wonder Wheels, both on the Tiger's wheels
and on the cage's alloys. And it's cheap, so *result*.

helped by an unexpected bottle of Habana Club that I was given as a
present on Saturday - Cuba Libre's are great gardening drinks.

 

Noted. And with the great smell of ... err ... Cif!

I'd like to report that 3x2 concrete paving slabs are at least as
heavy and unco-operative as you'd expect and when one gets away from
you it doesn't do your back any good at all.

You've got to be careful - everything coming out of Cuba these days is
bound to be a fake.

Speaking of gardening drinks - I had a chat with a friend in the pub
last night - he looked pretty rough and was on the skulk. Turned out
he'd decided to cut the grass yesterday afternoon (long grass, lengthy
greensward, full sun, hottest day of 2007 so far, no shade). He got
the mower out, topped it up and popped a tinny from the garage fridge.

On the return stripe he finished the first one and popped another as
he was leaking from the head a bit. Long story short, the fifth
stripe was a bit less than straight and by the end of the ninth what
had been a full cold slab was a pile of squashed cans.

His wife found him sparko in the shed, having failed to slot the mower
by half its width and it had striped the chaise cushions quite well.
He was comfortably down to his trolleys, head pillowed on the petrol
can, feet in the shredded foam from the cushions.

That explained the tousled, harassed, glassy look, the barefoot
appearance, the "TROL" on his right cheek and why his shirt was on
inside-out. It also explained why it had taken him 30 minutes to walk
200 metres to the pub and why he was in no hurry to go home.

 

[snip]

hah - I know exactly how this sort of thing can happen - I have a
spare fridge in the shed, and keep it reasonably well stocked with
beer and wine - it's *amazingly* easy in the sun, to go through 6-7
tins of beer in as little as an hour or so's faffing with gardening
stuff.

And then you're pissed, bloated and dehydrated all at once - the joy
of an English Garden!

 

It's comforting to know this sort of thing still goes on.

 

That's reassuring, thanks.

Of course, I could've filled up before but that's not the point. Thanks
again.

Assuming there's another one Ican comfortably[1] attend, I'll try and
make it without getting lost.

[1] I got burnt to a crisp and me legs are still swollen and stiff[2]
[2] Fnarr

 

LOL

 

I always thought there was a chance but kidded myself it wouldn't be as
bad as it was. I didn't believe me, either.