Two wonderful beers. I can’t do ESB any more…
Monsieur Oubliez Tout with another brain fade.
Some days ago a couple came to my house. The narrative was a bit confusing until the woman handed over a plastic document thingie with my Carte Grise and motor insurance doc in it.
“We found it on the ground, in town, in the street”.
Nice one Steph, definitely up there with my antics.
Though maybe not as smelly !
I think you were braver than I would have been! Although I recently had to lean into our compost bin to retrieve all the paper/plastic/metal recycle bin content which hubby emptied into compost! Smelly and fiddly business, some bits were small. No magnetic tool to pick paper or plastic!!
The other time: we have 2 fitted bins, like buckets in kitchen which open up with door. Nice as you don’t have to touch lid. In a effort to be helpful, on dustmen pick up day, hubby had put both fitted bins into large black outdoor wheelie bin positioned ready for emptying into lorry by dustmen.
Minutes before they did I noticed no bins in kitchen and rushed out for recovery!
I live in fear he’ll do it again and again!
To explain, he has been diagnosed with dementia. I have to deal with worse!
I’ve posted this before, but worth repeating here.
I was in Montauban trying to find the access road towards the A62 and Bordeaux when I realised I was heading in the wrong direction. I saw a useful layby where I turned in and with no car around me I did a quick U-turn. Where-upon all hell broke loose. I found myself facing a line of cars at a traffic lights, all heading towards me and all hooting their horns. To cap it all, I had turned into a useful layby that was the entrance to the local gendarmerie. It being lunchtime, several gendarmes were leaving for lunch with their large (ferocious ) dogs, so there were whistles blowing and dogs barking. Vita, our Airedale, was in the back and joined in.
One of the gendarmes came across to me and you could see he was thinking I was the age of his grandmother and should be in a home. I apologised and said I didn’t know my way round Montauban, and he pointed out (fairly I think) that because of that I should have been paying attention. I simpered and played the batty, elderly English woman having a senior moment (it was my only card) and he let me go, after he’d held up the traffic and made me turn round to face the right way down the one-way street.
We booked first class tgv to Poitiers connecting to La Rochelle, got on the SNCF by mistake, guard came round, looked like a right pair of numpties, let us off but we were on the slow train rather than the tgv. Had to leg it to make the next leg of the journey!! This was supposed to be relaxing rather than driving. Vraiment???
I think the nozzle on the diesel pump doesn’t fit a petrol car. Or did I just dream this?
The other way round. It would be good if the nozzle of a petrol pump is too big for a diesel car. I don’t know if it is or isn’t.
I knew it was someway round, but not being a car owner I don’t get a lot of practice at filling up.
It dépends on the car model and the filling stations pumps
I may have written this one up previous-like but here it is anyway.
My dear old dad bought tix for Eng v FR at Twikkers. My mum dropped him off at Darlington station for the express to King’s X, stopping only at York and Stamford.
Not long into the journey he realised he’d left the tix at home. He talked to the guard about it. The guard wrote a note which he threw out onto the platform of the next station the train roared thru’ - probably Northallerton.
The note was picked up by staff on the station. They called my mama, back home in Richmond by now. She raced back to Darlington with the tix. They were put on the next King’s X train ‘Red Star’.
The guard on my dad’s train got word of this. “Go to the Red Star office to King’s X. The tix will be there once the next train is in”
And so they were.
Way back in the 60’s and 70’s me and my dad used to go to Twickenham a lot. Dad had a friend who could get us ‘good, cheap tickets’ and we didn’t have any travel concerns as we lived about a mile away (next to The Winning Post PH) and could walk there.
I’m really disappointed that it’s now called The Alliance Stadium, Twickenham - it doesn’t need any sponsor’s name in my opinion. As the largest rugby 
stadium in the world everyone knows it just as ‘Twickenham’.
Me and dad have seen international matches, the Rugby 7’s and many more matches there - even saw live cockerels 
at the Eng 
vs France matches 
.
Would have been nice to have allowed Eng their own flag though. 
Sorry David - I’ve amended it. I just didn’t look down enough on the emoji list !
My mother wasn’t exactly senior at the time but once during school holidays she decided we’d go on a trip round Portsmouth/Southampton? Harbour. Somehow we were allowed on the wrong ship and went to the Isle of Wight instead. I expect we enjoyed it though!
A friend of mine who’s senior now but wasn’t at the time told me about an early outing with her new son. She took him out in his pram, on the bus, and then left the pram outside M&S. She did her shopping and got back on the bus, only to remember that she’d left the pram with the baby in it outside M&S.
Happily when she went back he was still sound asleep. I doubt if people would do that now.
Remember the Camerons doing that with their latest arrival? Walked out of a pub, both thinking the other had the baby …
My dad was born within walking distance of Cardiff Arms Park. The family went back to their original village, West Monkton, nr Taunton. I think he supported both 
We went to Denmark for a holiday. My dad, never any good at navigation, asked directions of a passing Dane on a bike.
"Follow me. I will show you." And off pedalled the Dane.
We came to a roundabout. There was a dedicated cyle lane around the perimiter of the roadway. My dad, following orders to the letter, went round the roundabout in the cycle lane … My mum, G.O.C. of our family, gave him a right wigging.
No, I don’t think I read about that.
I have a similar story though. Friends of friends rented a holiday cottage in the Cotswolds with a few children and the family dog. At the end of the holiday they packed up and set off for home and after about half an hour someone said ‘Has anyone seen the baby?’ They’d left it on a bed and it was still happily lying there when they rushed back.
I left my new born son in his pram, outside my then local butchers, I as home at least 10 minutes when I realised I’d forgotten something, happily the butchers had kept an eye on him. First time Mum is my only defence.
I was not offended, I claim both flags, along with one with a great red dragon on and this one.