Poor old John. He couldn’t cope being on his own after the death of his friend the same morning. By early evening John past away and Simon laid him to rest in our front garden, under a rock. I shall miss him dearly.
Unfortunately, one of Simon’s goldfish has died, and the remaining fish is now lonely and soon gonna die itself by the looks of it. Out of respect and by the wish of Harriet, Simon buried the fish in the front garden under a stone, rather the flushing it down the loo.
I’ll get a snap of the remaining goldfish (sorry, I’ve forgotten their names) before it snuffs it.
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|| Liberal Democrat 27
|UK Independence Party -4
|| Green 33
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On our way to Harriet and Simon’s dinner party I snapped this:
If it wasn’t for the taxi firm, Mac’s Taxis, then we wouldn’t have walked. Thanks Mac. I wasn’t aware that it wasn’t in their job description to notify you, i.e. ring the doorbell, once they are ready and waiting outside. When I phoned up the taxi firm to ask much longer they’d be, the operator told me it had been outside for ten minutes, it had drove off and was not going to return. So there! I was a little annoyed and suggested that it would be courteous to at least let their customer know that they were waiting by, perhaps, knocking on the door. No. It’s not part of the service. So the Mac’s taxi driver prefers to waste 10 minutes of his as well as my time instead of spending at most 10 seconds moving his or hers fat arse to my doorstep and back. Well, Mac can stuff his taxi’s. I deleted his number from my phone instantly. I suggest you do the same.
Well done to those who volunteered their services to the Iranian Conference hosted by IMEIS (BTW, I think the website is a little out of date). The poor little overworked souls deserved a few beers and five pizzas, which, according to Reza the treasurer, were devoured faster than a hungry pack of wolves.
On a walk that had no particular destination, just the rule to follow the river whatever, we stumbled across this railway bridge with “very nice architecture” and lots more beside.
No matter what, nothing would get in the way of our walk beside the river, so when greeted with a sign saying ‘No’ that we guessed meant the end of the public footpath, ‘No Entry’, we hopped over the fence, across a stream, and into no man’s land. Anticipating a confrontation with a farmer and his shotgun, we stuck to the low lying almost sandy beach-like shore line of the river that hid us from view from most vantage points in the undulating pastures. Anyway, I’m going on a bit, read stpie for the rest of the walk culminating in a wait at a prison bus stop with a drainage unblocking van blocking our view of a deep orange setting sun.