Having control of the TV Remote from 17:30 & sitting down to perfectly cooked Lamb Steaks Mash & loadsa Veggies & a nice Malbec
Watching the utter nonsense that is Enola Holmes 2
Marvellous
They say it will stop snowing & after hitting -18 tonight/tomorrow will get up to 6C by Tuesday
Which means floods but hey.
No jobs for Phil tomorrow so after 30 minutes digging my car out at parking & the Van then getting stuck and joy of Joy’s the parking guy called the boss and said to leave it & the keys, the yard is shared with a recovery truck company & they’ll sort it out so I stopped at Lidl & got beers
Weather has changed
Beautiful but is -12C.
Early start for immigration appointment at 07:20. Mrs P_F gives me shit - it’s too early - pah shut her up by making her deice the car while I played Racer Boy with the accelerator to stop the engine cutting out!
Anyway all done new ID Card sorted can now stay without being affected by possible new rules from the locals/EU
I’m an unashamed Facebook fan. Maybe it’s because I don’t do politics and religion on social media.
For me it’s always been a great way to keep in touch with friends and family, my vintage car hobby and family history. Post any question relating to any of my pet subjects and within hours back comes a sensible answer. I’ve long got over surprise at the power of the Internet for positivity.
This last week is an example of quick results. My family were residents of Brighton from the 1880s until 1938. In the 1920 and 30s my grandfather and grandmother were owners of a pub and my dad and his siblings were brought up living over the pub. I remember dad talking about the pub but in the ensuing years I had forgotten its name. Recently I thought I’d start asking questions of the Facebook Group “Brighton Past”
I started by posting a picture of Granddad and Grandma, asking if anyone could find them in a “Kelly’s Directory” Within a day we not only had the pub’s name but also a daughter of a previous landlord of the “Prince George” in the 1970s.
For some reason I had it in my mind that the pub had been demolished around the 1970s but according to Burnice the daughter of a previous landlord it was still there in 1988. Today I Googled the name of the pub to see if there were any old pictures only to find it’s still a thriving pub… http://www.princegeorge.pub/
Hmmm. Looks like the menus are exclusively vegetarian
Yep it is, exclusively vegetarian but I think I’ll still book a table in the new years for a family get together. The selection of ales seems to make up for a menu of side dishes without a main course.
That’s a boozer I used to frequent in my student / post student days(along with a load of others in the North Laines) back in the day.
YoungAdult#2 driving to Surbiton to pick up drunk YoungAdult#1 - on condition she gets me and him a maccies
Nice.
I have forgotten the moves to The Macarena
Just wriggle nobody will notice
2022 is dead long live (for a year) 2023
Enjoying thinking how someone is gonna get their NYE expenses bill approved from their business trip to Dubai
(Current rate 4.5 Aed = a quid)
It’s about 137 grand
4 Marlborough Gold
I’ve been told looking after three grandchildren at once for the whole day (ages 8,6,3) is a pleasure so thought I should post it here.
Still not convinced it shouldn’t be on the annoyances.
Seeing someone with a marketing position use a big dumb screenshot as her email signature.
Nightmare day. Clients booked a transfer from the Mountains to the airport with 5 hours in a shopping mall.
Except it’s Epithany (Nathan Jones is a fraud - oh wait, not that sort) all shops are shut.
I take them to the Train Museum. Its open- bless.
What is more, they have opened the Henshell 814 168.
Now I liked this Snowfan but today could go inside
Totally cool
A Steam train in a carriage.
Could cope with 3m of snow and built in 1943
Split my waterproof pants trying to get up the 1st step but well worth the effort epic engineering
Sunday afternoon- Rain rattling on windows, open fire and cat asleep on my lap.
It’s nearly dark mate, you ought to think about getting home before the wife misses you.