I had to venture out to the corner shop this morning to stock up with some essentials like beer and wine, so took a few photos in the street. I put on my heavy Russian coat with the fur collar so didn't feel cold at all, though it's -8c (18f) and snowing. The good news is since my limp after a recent fall on ice here, and looking like a frail 95 year old, the corner shop now gives me a 15% pensioners discount on my shopping including alcohol. Lisa is jealous of course because they don't offer it to her, I said you need to develop a limp and a near death look.... A few pics ....the No 16 tram is our favourite, because after a 30 minute trip it terminates in a lovely park with a Georgian restaurant nearby Have a great Sunday...
Tis the season to be jolly...fa la la la... Good Morning! @Terry Page love your picture sharing with us...and love that nice discount you get too! The weatherman was wrong about all the rain we were supposed to get for the past 3 days but I am thankful for this because today I actually think I feel like getting out and doing a little bit of Christmas shopping. Whatever all of you will be doing today be safe and enjoy yourselves.
Aah that's lovely Joe Now where's Ike, hope he's managed a lie in or is he hunting down those Liberals
Mornin'. Got a late start today. Had to refill my pill box. Then, I took a quick glance out my window, overlooking one of my towns beautiful alley's, and guess what. IT'S SNOWING. None accumulated yet, so it must have just started. I woke up thinking it was Monday, now my timing will be off all day. Speaking of timing brings to mind a story. Yeah, yeah, everything does. Anyway, when I was old enough to have the use of a car until I got my own, I had this group of pals I run with. There was one, named Gary, who fancied himself as an expert amateur mechanic. Whenever we were riding around, if the engine made any kind of bobble, Gary would always say the same thing. "That sounds like your timing. Your timing is off". It never was the timing. But, Gary became known as "Timer" to members of my crowd. Then one day, many years later, I was driving my old block of rust Chevy Vega, when it suddenly just quit running and wouldn't start. Both my daughters were married to professional mechanics then, so one of them was enlisted to help. We got the old Vega into my dad's garage and he almost immediately found the problem. My Vega used a timing belt rather than a chain as some other cars, and the belt broke. Had Gary been there, he would have finally been right. So, Here's to Gary "Timer" A***n, wherever you are.