Thursday, 2 November 2017

Last letter today - 'all clear'...phew...




Bummer for a time really, but looks OK now, so back to normality!

So Reevers and Goosey, please continue your mutual didactism, and I'll pop in a few well-chosen terms as I see fit!



11 comments:

A K Haart said...

Excellent news. A celebratory tincture is indicated.

Thud said...

Good, very very good.

Michael said...

Thank you Mr H!

Tinctures started alost immediately...

Michael said...

Many thanks Thud!

rvi said...


Brilliant. Very relieved to see that. I know how you feel, having been there not long ago. Have an extra bag of crisps on me.

I think I read somewhere that Dame Vera turned 100 earlier this year. Amazing lass. Good luck to her. She originally came from the east end of London (as do I) and my late mum used to tell me she had seen Vera perform at the Troxy cinema in Commercial Road just after the war.

I bet many of those fortunate survivors of the war, had they also lived to see 100, would be very highly furious at what those inhabitants of the Palace of Westminster have now allowed this once lovely country to become!


18 goes this time!!



('Scuse me, must rush. Got some ironing to do now!!)

Goosegirl said...

OH WHAT!!! Thank god for that as I can now un-cross everything that's been crossed for flipping ages. Well done you and I'm now sending you my most biggest Goosey hug which I only reserve for my dearest chums; however you'll just have to do - ha! If I may, I'd like to suggest a way to celebrate this momentous occasion and it's completely free of charge! I will give you the name of a hotel that Angela and I sometimes frequent when we need a little pick-me-up. We could have a word with the manager and I'm sure he'd be only too delighted to offer you his very best room that has a view of the surrounding woodlands, a king-size bed, furniture made by Waring and Gillows, an en-suite bathroom tiled with Italian marble complete with porcelain fixtures from B&Q (needs must but they do the job) and .. a private balcony with a heated jacuzzi!!! The food is to die for, plus you can have the pick of whatever tinctures you fancy, including an after-dinner port, brandy, saki or whatever. There is also a health spa where you can get a personalised massage, facials (I supply the mud pack), spray tans (I supply those too) and a full body de-waxing. Having read an article in a magazine by a male journalist who had one of these, it may be wise to avoid it unless you're very, very, VERY brave. As for rvi, I haven't known you very long and not wanting to leave you out of my suggestions for how to best celebrate this, there's a chip shop in Lancaster that has won several awards. You can park outside (well, within walking distance), it has a few chairs, a table with various reading material (Budgie Weekly excluded), a non-slip floor, and they'll wrap your meal in whatever national paper you choose so you can't say fairer than that. BTW - if you think I'm paying for your travel arrangements plus the meal after what I've had to shell out for you-know-who, you've got another think coming!

rvi said...

Wow! That must be the most expensive Holiday Inn in the world!

Being a gentleman I would not countenance my fare, board, food and shopping to be on the account of somebody with whom I had only recently become acquainted. Maybe later....besides which I would need serious thought before undertaking a 13000 mile round trip just for a bit of fish!

A few years ago, one of my best lifelong friends died. We had met at the age of 6 and remained firm friends, despite our paths differing over the years. He had been unwell for some time and so the outcome was not unexpected, but a few weeks before he died, I told his son that I wanted to be at the funeral. I received the message of his death but was told that there was a long queue at the crematorium so no date could yet be fixed. About two weeks later, I had an email from his son late on the Wednesday evening that the funeral would take place at noon on Friday! With a bit of frantic computering I managed to get the last seat on the overnight plane on the Thursday. Thanks to the time zone difference, that got me into LHR at about 6am, enough time to get the tube to Victoria and the next train to my destination. I was met by my son whose flat was nearby and escorted to a day room he had booked at a hotel for a quick shower and change and then off to the crematorium. After the ceremony, there was a local pub lunch which of course went on a bit, and then it was time to get back to LHR for the return overnight flight. I am glad that I was able to do that - although it was early January and I was freezing throughout the day! I was mightily relieved to get back on to the plane home.

Talking of fish and chips, a brand new chippie has recently opened locally operated/owned by an English couple. Their sign board claims they provide original English fish and chips and thus the best in the country. A couple of us tried to go last Monday, but it was closed that day, so we will have to try again some other time. I was unable to discern whether a wally and a pickled onion were supplied on demand.

... and now back to the ironing...

8 goes to get in again!!!


Michael said...

Goosey, This is indeed a great hug and I'm still enraptured...

As for this particular hotel, well, I know it! By advising on the food being to die for, I presume you mean the Indian restaurant section, which is very good at certain revenges, which on occasions are worse than death, but then curry has never been my strong point, when done by others! Mrs O'Blene does a great curry, which s advisable to have before jury service, as to speed things up, all suspects are guilty, so that the other eleven can get away from the smell!

As for the massage, itd be like sitting on Nanny's knee, and her taking ages to find it...

BTW, Reevers only travels Business Class! Something to do with a certain piece of knowledge about the airport customs manager!

Michael said...

Reevers, that was some return journey! I'm glad you were there though!

Can I ask what you mean by '8 goes', please?

Goosey is fixing me up with a massage parlour somewhere near Lancaster I think, so I have to make up a story for Mrs O'Blene about going down the allotment for a week...

rvi said...


Hi

By "8 goes" I mean the number of times that blasted robot thing asks me to identify pictures of roads, trees, cars, store fronts, road signs etc etc etc etc etc etc before it allows me to "publish my comment". I wonder if it gets paid for the numbers of clicks it takes as I never ever get through in less than 4....

Just tell Mrs O'Blene "Something urgent just came up and you'll be back on Tuesday". I am sure she will understand exactly what you mean!!!

rvi said...

PS: You are right about travelling Business Class. I once travelled Cattle Class on a brand new A380. Half way through the flight I dropped my pen and it was physically impossible to simply bend down to pick it up as the seat in front was so close despite being in the upright position. I had to wait until everybody had got off before I was able to retrieve it!

I have travelled all over the world and can happily vouch for the fact that there is more leg room for ordinary Cattle Class folks in a 10 year old 737.