Monthly Archives: June 2017
My goodness we’ve had a hot week – temperatures soared into the mid to high 80s and stayed there for much of the week – Scorchio indeed.
A genie came to me and asked, “What’s your first wish?”
I answered, “I wish I was rich!”
“OK.” said the Genie. “What’s your second wish, Rich?” Continue reading
What a pleasant few days – moderately warm and moderately sunny some of the time. The weekend, though, has been stunning!
Now that’s the kind of weather we could come to love and appreciate! Continue reading
This from my friend Julie:
People often complain about the police, but you rarely hear about the positive things they do, such as this incident involving a biker and a frozen carburetor.
Last January on a bitterly cold winter’s day, a North Dakota State Trooper on patrol came upon a motorcyclist who was stalled by the roadside.
The biker was swathed in heavy protective clothing and wearing a full-face helmet to protect the face from the cold weather.
“What’s the matter?” asked the Trooper
“Carburetor’s frozen,” was the muffled, terse reply.
“Pee on it. That’ll thaw it out.”
“I can’t,” mumbled the biker.
“OK, watch me closely and I’ll show you.” The Trooper unzipped and promptly warmed the carburetor as promised.
Moments later the bike started and the rider drove off, waving.
A few days later, the local State Troopers office received a note of thanks from the father of the motorcyclist. It began: “On behalf of my daughter Jill…” Continue reading
Well, we didn’t see that coming, did we?
I am sure you have all followed the UK election results as closely as we have and, undoubtedly, were as delighted as we were that Mrs May’s decision to hold an early election (in spite of having said she would not do so on half a dozen occasions previously) backfired spectacularly. At the time she called the election the Conservatives had something approaching a 20 point lead in the polls; the result was a Conservative loss of thirteen seats and the evaporation of their overall Commons majority. Splendid.
Manning the computer help desk for the local school district was my first job. And though I was just an intern, I took the job very seriously. But not every caller took me seriously.
“Can I talk to a real person?” a caller asked.
“I am real,” I said.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the caller said. “That was rude of me. What I meant to say was, could I talk to someone who actually knows something?” Continue reading
What a great week! We’ve had a wonderful five days in Cornwall with Nick, Lucy & Annabelle – wonderful on a variety of scores: we got to spend five days with some of our very favourite people in an idyllic forest setting, we got to visit some places we’ve wanted to see for years as well as rekindling some memories from visits in days gone by and, perhaps best of all, we were in a WiFi and cell phone black spot and so were able to avoid five days’ worth of nonsense in the general election campaign. Win, win, win! Continue reading
A little boy was waiting for his mother. As he waited, he was approached by a man who asked, “Son, can you tell me where the Post Office is?”
The little boy replied, “Sure! Just go straight down this street two blocks and turn to your right.”
The man thanked the boy kindly and said, “I’m the new pastor in town. I’d like you to come to church on Sunday. I’ll show you how to get to Heaven.”
The little boy replied with a laugh; “You’re kidding me, right? You don’t even know the way to the Post Office.” Continue reading