Saturday 8th September 2007

Lets get a grip with this GTI

Well, there I was, at the car auctions doing a bit of market research into cars for the Memshaib. Just watching the car go by and noting the prices. In rolls this black Golf GTI and before I knew what was happening my credit card had a major hemorrhage and she had a Golf GTI.

Now I refuse to be driven by her and indeed feel that a invalid buggy is as fast as she should be allowed to drive but hey !!! a moment of madness. So for several days it has been nothing but "Golf GTI" this and "Golf GTI" that. Insurance papers for the car tax, check the engine oil, must get this done , must upgrade that.

So anyway standing in Halfords on Saturday, laden down with new car mats, Haynes manual ( what the hell am I expected to do to the dam car anyway? ) and car wax when I notice she is looking at car tax holders. Why not use the old one I asked earlier whilst standing in the post office queue? "Oh No, I can't do that" was the reply.

So what is she looking at now I wonder as I notice she is not there....why its car tax holders ( pink metal ) for £20.00 pounds. Yes TWENTY POUNDS !!! No way I said , thinking are you mad. I have just paid £180 car tax why become even poorer. Grrr Grrr Grrr

No she and he have gone off to change the pedals from metal ( the car came like that ) to black rubber ones. Why? Shoes don't have eyes do they??


My son, 20, all knowing and 6foot 5 inches of attitude

. . . has number of mates and Friday night they tend to gather in which ever shed is the venue for that night and have a few drinks and a evening of what ever they get up to at that age.

Now I am in bed at about say 01:30 ish when I hear "attitudes" name being called, so I get out of bed, open the window and have a few words of discussion with some lad and say, and I quote "hang on I will come down and let you in the garden". So pull on some trousers, a tee shirt, go down stairs, open back door and walk round to side gate, open the gate and the little bastard has gone !!!!!

Not impressed, not happy, no wonder I am always tired.

Poison Dwarf

So after being on time for a goodly number of days the Yorkie bar kid missed the early train and rang saying he is on his way in, gives an expected time of only 15 minutes late and insists that I tell the boss he has rung and is on his way. Which I do and Boss is quite happy and all is well.

PD comes over later and asks if Yorkie bar boy is going to get a bollocking, wouldn't she just love that!!! Lets forget the fact that by being pissed and allowed herself to be dry humped she has been off for five weeks and back on short hours for a fortnight; she has been absent more than the Yorkie bar kid could ever be. Talk about two faced hypocrisy.

Golfball

Just when you feel pleased about something special, something nice , something to say "thinking of you" the hospital post room losses it. I am sure it will turn up, its just going to be a a bit late. Still it's the thought that counts. Lunch next Friday. FAN-TAS-TIC.

Bye folks

Simple of Sussex.