Category: Humour

Foibles of recycling

Nothing so simple as recycling, composting and the like?

Well it depends where you live. And not only which county you live in, but which part of the county you live in. For example in Oxfordshire you have a choice of the following:

  • Cherwell District Council –
  • Oxford City Council –
  • South Oxfordshire District Council –
  • Vale of White Horse District Council –
  • West Oxfordshire District Council –

and each has its own policy. Continue reading “Foibles of recycling”

Instincts of self preservation.

I would like to think that my survival instincts are quite finely tuned; somewhere between cowardice and neurosis.

I’m normally the first out of a building when the fire-alarm goes off. I happily abandon my shopping and proceed at speed to the nearest exit. Yes, I know they normally go off by themselves but I’d rather not take that chance. I’m always surprised to see everyone else blithely carry on filling their trolleys. Continue reading “Instincts of self preservation.”

Procrastination

With one child at the start of GCSE courses and the other setting out on the way to A levels, with only one half term’s worth under their belts so far, we are fully aware that there will be a fair amount of homework set, and that some of this will be ‘holiday homework’. Continue reading “Procrastination”

Ambling armadillo

 

Are you a 'Sluggish snail?'

 

I’m told that this can be rather addictive, it took me 4 goes just to get a score (perhaps my mouse is too sensitive for the BBC 😉 )

My mate, who sent the link to me tells me that he can’t get past Bobbing bobcat, good for him!

Do we have any Rocketing rabbits here, or perhaps even a Turbo-charged cheetah!

Go on, don’t be sheepish, click one of the three links, you can even give you’re family and mates a try but be warned you might not get your mouse back!

Feel free to record your scores below, don’t be embarrassed I’ve made my score the post title.

My quickest reaction time? 0.252 sec.

Hebridean Humour

Two weeks ago, I was visiting my roots. One side of my ancestry is Lowland, East Neuk of  Fife for as many generations as we have been able to trace to date.  The other side is Easter Ross, but, two generations back, it seems that we came out of the West from Lewis or Harris.  As part of my 60th birthday celebrations, my close friends funded my first trip to the Outer Hebrides.

I was, of course, 60 in October last year, but the blood of the islands runs true in me and I did not get around to organising the trip until late September of this year.  Totally unforgettable. The weather was dreadful, the scenery was spectacular, the various golden eagles, sea eagles, herons and seals were glorious and the people were  memorable.

On the second day at lunchtime, we were right on the southern tip of Harris,  looking out towards Skye and North Uist.  We drove past a hotel which looked like it had closed for the season, but tried it anyway. It turned out to have one more day to go and they were happy to make us lunch. Continue reading “Hebridean Humour”