In A Jam - Thursday 31.3.11

Don't often feel moved to have a whinge, but, well, REALLY : |

There was a traffic jam today. The motor scooter that had over taken me got quite well ahead of me, on the pavement.

The next thing I knew was that it was going backwards. The scooter couldn't get past the warning signs. How nice of the work team to block the pavement so that all but the fit and young - unless they're pushing a baby around, can get by. The scooter driver had to get onto the road, with its' ramps and very rough surface and trickle to the next dip in the pavement ... where ever that might be.

IT MAKES ME MAD WHENEVER THE CAR'S THE STAR.

The reason for the long queue, OVER HALF AN HOUR? This stop go board. 

We were hungry when we got to Poole so, first up; eat. 


The food was horrible. 


How can any business RUIN A SALAD?? The hotel eatery managed to. That 'catsick' you can see left on the side of the plate, tasted of chip fat, and crunched exactly like sugar lumps. The dressing was mega sweet, salty and tasted of chemically produced flavourings - it had never seen any honey OR ginger - EVER - IMO. If I closed my eyes it tasted exactly as if the SALAD was DRIZZLED WITH a dressing of OLD CHIP FAT and sprinkled with SUGAR LUMPS and SALT. I couldn't taste the fresh, crisp ingredients.

WHAT THE HELL KIND OF CHEF IS EMPLOYED AT THE 

HOLES BAY PREMIER INN, POOLE, DORSET?

It's a strange place, because.......


The next morning we had booked to have brekky there. We entered with great trepidation. Once again, really great staff, oh, but what of that scary food?


It was REALLY GOOD!


The veggie sausages were a TRULY BRAVE SHOUT; no pretend meat here, rather Glamorgan style instead, cooked really nicely. Way better than we're often offered in, so say, smart hotels. A TOP EFFORT.


WHAT A LOVELY SURPRISE! : )

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Idiot Drivers - Monday 20.12.10

Coming back from the Turn Around House in a blizzard, I found myself in a small convoy.

We dribbled along at no more than 5 miles an hour; less usually. I could walk at this speed - most of us can! 

I know what you're thinking, Better safe than sorry, given the conditions.

Well, here are the conditions.

WET, SNOWLESS TARMAC. 

HOW DO THESE PEOPLE GET THROUGH THE DRIVING TEST?

I wondered if, at this speed, we'd end up snowed in, instead of getting to our destination as quickly and safely as possible.

Just thought I'd get that off my chest : /

Walk On The Wild Side - Sunday 19.12.10

Our walk was BUZZED by this jet. No wonder we're having such unseasonal weather.

In this era of mass, global communication, I asked myself, 

How many of those passengers NEEDED to be up there?

A Sign Of Wastefulness - Sunday 19.12.10

This BLOODY SIGN has been annoying me for a few years.

For a start pretty much EVERY INCH OF THE UK IS 'PRIVATE' with rights of way here and there, so that us plebs can travel from place to place. Why state the

BLEEDIN' OBVIOUS?

AND ANOTHER THING:

WHERE DOES THE FOOTPATH GO?

A SIMPLE, MASS PRODUCED, YELLOW ARROW WOULD HAVE BEEN MORE HELPFUL AND MUCH CHEAPER.

Please tell us what we don't necessarily know, not what we all know.

No wonder we're having to shut libraries and youth clubs. Our priorities are skewed.

Frost INSIDE our window Thursday 9.12.10

HELL FIRE AND BRIMSTONE 

this aint!!

In fact this is freezing INSIDE of our living room window, showing that Jack Frost has graced us with a visit.

These days some famous people, who are famously keen to stake a claim on their humble origins, keep banging on about, how, when they were kids, they were so poor that, in winter, they always had frost inside their windows . They shamble on about getting up on freezing mornings and washing (yep, not showering/bathing - no such fripperies in those days), all without the aid of that modern safety net - 

CENTRAL HEATING.

Welcome to my world, famous people.

WELL KIND-A

Our curtains are very heavy. The cold stays out there and the heat in here - just as it did in their day. Once the curtains are opened, the ice melts from the window pain and becomes the scourge of the modern home, condensation. We do have central heating, but use it very little - woodburner and a very small house = amazingly cosy.

Even when we have the lovely double glazing and shutters fitted, we will have condensation and I'll keep my condescension for those attention seeking slummers who demand our sympathy.

PRATS 

LOL