Broken blog.....

... therefore I refuse to post till some tells me what's up with it. It's jsut too horrid to look at at the mo'.

So there.

I told you I'd be back.

Some little thing did crop up in my mind..

When I was cycling to work this morning (along the canal) there was a family of geese - not great on bird breeds but I guess they were the Canadian kind (yep, thanks google). And at first I just saw the one of them, I was a bit tired and mainly looking at the path ahead of me, and it lurched out a bit from the grass verge and craned it's neck to hiss loudly at me causing me to veer away a little (which was the desired affect I guess). Then I noticed another just a little way down the verge and it was doing much the same in anticipation of my arrival. And then, only as I passed did I notice the little furry huddle of about 4 or 5 goslings between them, and it was so cute - in a scary geese kinda way - to see the parents on sentry duty protecting the little ones. The way they were at either end of the verge, and a little distant so the babes had a safe buffer zone as it where. And the whole being big and hissy at me had the desired effect 'cause it wasn't till I was passing by that I noted the little 'uns.

I was pretty glad I was on my bike however and could just zip past - those geese can be scary-assed birds and it ain't all that big a toepath.

I also discovered (just now) that the proper latin type name for the candadian goose is "Branta canadensis". Doesn't that just sound like something you'd need to take lots of antibiotics and special cream for!

Normal service is resumed

 

So I had the weekend off form blogging - mainly due to the fact that I was at my parents and despite the fact they (supposedly) have four Internet ready computers I couldn't seem to get near one four more than five minutes in order to construct a post.

 

So I'm writing this at work - which is great, got more time to write a post at work than I have all weekend.

 

Actually I'm a bit stuck for exciting news at the mo' (so at least something is working); at the mo' I hear you scream; we've read the rest of your blog - at the mo' don't even come close.

 

I'm a going to leave it there for the mo' as the actually want me to do some work (shock horror). I may - if you're really lucky check in later on. Or I may not.

 

Ta Ta for now my lovelies.

 

I really have thought about it and still I don't know what's so great about denim.

Answers on a postcard please.

Oh, and England won today - woo, I'm so excited *yawn*.

Jungle Jim

Oh, yeah. I forgot. Didn't post yesterday as I was busy mowing the lawn (all day I here you shout - well it did look like this)

A Long Ride

Yep, went for a bike ride today - Which was nice. Actually it was, went around the hills outside Huddersfield with my younger brother. We cycled, got stung by nettles, cycled, got lost, cycled, got lost, cycled ate lunch, cycled. And that was about it. I'd show you some of the stunning photo's of the wonderfully lit scenery - but it was grey and rainy most of the time, and I forgot my camera in any case.

My youngest brother got punched the other night- 'cause he was hitting on someone's girlfriend (he says he was just 'consoling her' but we all know what that means don't we).

What else - Nope think that's about it really - oh, managed to not fall off at all and didn't break anything on the bike - so that's pretty miraculous - did forget to take my front wheel though (not on the ride, that'd be talent - just to Hudds) so had to borrow my youngest bro's.

Nothing else on the home front to report - other than my youngest son has started saying bitch (we think it may mean bird though); all the time. Most amusing.

Little bit of Leeds Lore

Check out this lovely little bit of personal lore of Leeds i happened to stumble across.

The Berkeley Hotel used to stand in the grounds. Run by a Hungarian called Louis who was happy to keep the bar open illegally after the pubs shut. This meant that the customers of the Faversham (then the heart of the Leeds music scene-Sisters of Mercy etc) would decant to the Berkeley to mix with its permanent Social Services residents.

The kindly provision of a pool table meant that fights were guaranteed. In fact, I remember one night when the whole place was under seige by some expellees with bricks and bottles coming in through the windows.

I used to visit with my other half very early in our relationship. One night in the usual argument over "rules on the black" in a game of pool a drunken Scotsman (though I don't know why the nationality is important) pulled out a knife. With a flick of the wrists she deftly disarmed him. When I asked her where she'd learnt to do that she replied "Oh, you have to do that all the time when you're a teacher".

At which point I thought, that's the gal for me.

Thanks rikj

You can see the context here should you wish.

But The Image is irrelevant really.


PS. Having cycled back that way there is DEFIANTLY a pot-hole (in case you care).

So what's your job??

[This happened a while ago but it just occurred to me as I was sitting
waiting for my relief]

I was filling a form with one of my patients (or clients - I'm never sure
what to call them esp' when they're not sick). I asked him what his
occupation was and he said he was 'in asset re-location'. So you see even
chav housebreakers can be ironic.

That's all.

I MADE IT!

It was with some trepidation that I ventured to work on my bike last night.

Firstly, it was the first time I had been on a bike since fucking my knee - and I didn't know how it'd react to the sudden onslaught of exercise; to be honest I wasn't sure how the rest of me would react for that matter.

Secondly, the last twice I've been out of the saddle it's been due to some unfortunate incident whilst getting home after a night shift.(And for the that matter the time before was on the way to a night shift). Obviously there was the whole knee pavement interface thing. And before that I ripped my rear mech off (still not sure how) and had to have the frame fixed.

So you see there were a number of reasons to be anxious - but I made it. My knee hurts a little - still know and is once again sore when scaling the remarkably steep spiral stairs at work. But what the hey, I think it's good pain if-you-know-what-I-mean.

So, I made it. Not out of the woods yet though gotta make it home on Monday morning before I can finally rejoice.

("Firstly, it was the first...." What was I thinking; dear me).

(NB. This was a little test post for me to see if I could get the whole email to blog thing working. Non too hard you make think - Jesus, if I haven't forwarded this mail to a slight variant of the email address once, I've sent it a thousand times).

Well that was an eventfully few days...

But I guess you'll never get to find that out will you. As I only set up my blog today and the 'were' an eventful few days.

So here's to my first post and Actually starting a blog when I'm on nights is great way to start a boring blog, 'cause nothing happens - other than working and sleeping. (mind you same could be said of days too!).