Saturday, October 13, 2018

Dig Deep

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Today I’m meant to be doing the drive, as it is raining though, I’m not. My mom and dad come round and we go shopping in the town center.

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I’m not sure what dragon fruit is, I put one in my basket.

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It’s not the only thing I don’t know, there is also something called Pepino Melon. I get two.

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Over to the butchers I get some bacon, chicken chilli burgers, a pork joint and some faggot’s.

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Regrettably it looks like John Booth the Butcher is closing after next weekend.

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We finish the shopping and head for some lunch.

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I ponder for a moment which cake I’m going to have.

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A pot of tea is ordered along with some food.

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I plumb for the cod and chips.

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Which is yummy, but just too filling.

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In fact I’m too full to have any cake!

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At home I unpack my shopping

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And put the faggots away. With all this food on my mind I go and get out my spade.

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It may be windy, but it has dried up and is perfect to do some digging.

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Although I’m not sure what to do with all the soil?

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I cover the trench up although I do ponder what

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this pipe is? Could it be the gas main. I’m sure they ran the new unused blue waterline down the center of the drive.

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Well at least I got one of the two trenches dug.

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I tidy up and get ready to visit my Grandad in hospital. Oh hell look at the time…

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Madrid

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This morning I am hoping for a good doctor, a mechanical doctor.

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My dad has got the car there for 8am just as requested. Mean while I am working on a 3D drawing in Autocad, which I am drawing the parts for in Inventor first and then moving them across. In a way I’m getting better at this.

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At 3:45 I call the garage, they are running behind but should get it finished by 5pm. I head over and just as I get there at 5:05pm they are taking her for a test drive.

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I pay the £610 bill for the fitting of a new clutch and dual mass flywheel, I pray she is going to last a lot longer now, although having got to 164K on its original is some good going. They explain they have had problems refitting the undertray, although it is secure.

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By the time we are home the tray is loose. I’m not surprised. It’s never been to a professional mechanical and had its undertray fitted properly after the work they have carried out, however I am pucker at fitting it.

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I screw a screw back in position and note three other screws that are missing. Luckily as I like a secure undertray, I have VAG spares. Just need time to fit them at some point.

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I collect Les and Rob and my mom. There is no doubt that the left peddle is feather light now and I will be getting less exercise.

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She also seams quieter, and swifter and less rattily. Erm what an improvement the new dual mass fly wheel has made.

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Well here we are at the Bradford Arms.

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I like it here as the food is always nice.

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I plum for the mixed grill. It is quiet filling.

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We come second apparently. Although I only knew two answers, the Mormons and of course Madrid.

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

In Preparation

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Well I wasn’t expecting that. When I got here last having taken the long way home, some 1 hour I’d have expected the car to start. But it didn’t. This morning I take it off the charger, But guess what.

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Dead. Luckily I have a rabbit and got that out. The rabbit started the bunny. This means two things. I was late for work for the first time. And that the Varta battery is dead, as in flat dead, dead flat. As in dead. The battery it replaced though got her going. Once at work and onto the internet to order anther B23. That's what happens when you leave a car for so long without using it.

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When I do get home, it is warm. So I do a bit of gardening and relax outside on and Ikea rocking chair with a cup of tea. This is tranquil, this is relaxing.

Monday, October 08, 2018

Hard Decision

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At work I make a call to 01543220111. The appointment is made, I suck in hard and then breath out. It’s got to be done and now its going to be sorted. After work I head for a swim. Tonight it was hard, hard like treacle, but I did it, I managed it, I got all my lengths in.

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Home I sit on the sofa, the fire on and the laptop out. Like I have looked all weekend I need to make a decision. The Resort, The place to stay. Val Cenis works out the the cheapest £420 for an apartment, and my very favourite resort. And I like it there, yes I do. Back to La Plagne, £690, but while I often repeat, do I want to this year? Les Arcs, which both me and my brother want to go to, but I just can’t find anything suitable less than £1500. In the end I choose something different, that isn’t different. With ten’s of windows open on apartments in various areas of the the resort, I decide on something the same.

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Yep we are booked in to stay at the resort of Les Eucherts. At least the apartment is right on the side of the slopes. And the apartments are by a brand I use often, as they are nice, and well organised, and so far never let me down. Will this be a good resort? Who knows?  Will this be suitable for my mom and dad? Hopefully.Will it be any good for me and my brother?

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There should be enough todo, hopefully it will have snowed, and hopefully it will be sunny. They even have a new sector to ski in for this winter. Now I’m excited. Very. And we can spend a day in Les Arcs. I suppose I better tell the others where we are going.

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And with that I switch on Doctor Who. But that's not right. He’s had a sex change.

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I think the world has gone to pot. Bring back Clara I miss her.

Sunday, October 07, 2018

Keep Pedalling

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I wake up early, warm and cosy in bed. Should I get up or just say snuggled here in the peace and quiet. The peace and quiet does not last long though. Up come the kids, and then down they go to make me a cup of tea.

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A short time later I am ready and waiting to go.

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For we are going for a ride around some of lovely Birmingham.

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and here we are.

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From here I can see life from a different perspective.

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And as if by magic we are in the countryside, well maybe

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maybe not

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in fact

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we are in a tunnel.

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Along this route there are many tunnels.

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It is afterall the Harborne to Brum railway line.

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Ohh gate to hell or

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a lovely little park. We cycle though it and you know what was at the other end?

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More blue gate. Now most people would probably think I had not noticed this. The fact they were blue and carrying an emblem in the center. But I did.

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We cross the road and head to a nicer area.

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First we must get down to it, and for cyclists there is a steel beam to cycle down. I went first. The others were not so sure about it.

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I patently waited.

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At the bottom we were in another world. A water world were boats would gently pass by ever so often.

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I soon notice though that there are no boats. I guess they all got nicked.

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We got to the bridge where we

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cross the canal.

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As I look one way there is the metropolitan state of Brumness

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In the other direction is the path to escape to the wilderness.

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The others catch up. There is something about cycling that they have to learn yet. From here I understand we are to take the escape route.

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And so we do.

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It reminds me of a friend who once got so thirsty whilst cycling by the canal that he decided to take a drink. However it was not from their water bottle.

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This is pleasant enough I decide.

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And with that I pedal on.

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The bridges are nice, that are structurally sound and loo good.

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We even start to have some wildlife.

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I pedal along the water side.

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Happier than the ducks that are swimming.

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I look back, here they are.

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A bit further on we come off the canal side.

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And head into the park of All Saints.

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Here we take a moment to visit Uncle Frank,

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And play on the play ground no one else is playing on.

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Its got to be said. Winston Green Prison looks really good at this end.

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In fact it is hard to tell it s a prison.

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We make a quick get away though before we are recognised.

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And hit the lushness of the waterside once more.

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Here there is history

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There, there is a path.

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But noting the way the wildlife is going, we are heading in the right direction.

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If you have not notice I love a bridge or two.

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But I’m not sure the others do.

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I like the flat too.

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Before to long we are greeted once more

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by the art of those I don’t understand.

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And in some cases wish not to. Notice they are walking again.

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Back in the saddle

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I get to admire some more of the local culture.

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And as we pass under the bridge there is only one thing to say.

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It surely looks much better like this than it did without the art works.

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Ah perhaps I am just a traditionalist.

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I take one more look and laugh back in the face of humanity.

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Matt discusses the route home.

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I listen avidly.

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We head through the lovely park once more

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and the border crossing to keep the riff raff out

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as we head back through the trees, natures own art.

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Through the tunnel that a train once ran through

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beckoning to us there is light at the other end.

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And it is much nicer this end

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The bridges are natural

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the bark is bark textured and coloured.

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here we can be one with the world once more.

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And that's what I like.

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We cycle the streets littered with metal boxes

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and reach my own.

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ahh that was good. That was great. I loved it and the company.

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In the house Matt cooks dinner while I

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get to play a game I’ve played before, but never played before.

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And believe me

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these girls play competitively and somewhat irregular to the rules in their favour,

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While I loose, in reality I win.

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Dinner is welcomed

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But while this creature looks happy, it doesn’t know but in a second I’m going to bit you head off.

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Its time to head back.

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I call in at my parents, wash the motor and decide a decision that I will follow up tomorrow. now is the time at 164K

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At home I mow the lawn.

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I sort out the new hose pipe.

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If nothing else I’ve never seen 30 meters look so good.

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or the rest of the garden.

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Yes it looks lovely.

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I tidy the borders up

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and then head in to get some Saul.





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