Hearing music and realising how long ago it was when you bought it when it was released. Today heard What’s Missing by Alexander O’Neal from his first album, 40 years ago.
I laughed at this then had a sudden icy chill, so had to check. The old boy has a few years on me yet, but this may be the last pope who is older than I am.
Falling over … I’m fast approaching the ripe old age of 66 and over the last couple of months, I’ve fallen over and really hurt myself
first off, I was walking the dog, she’s still an adolescent, she saw another dog and wanted to go on a meet and greet. She turned tail, I tried to stop myself from standing on her and ended up face planting the pavement. Fell on my car keys and asthma inhaler which went right into my leg - very painful - and I ripped a hole in my nice lambs wool jumper - ruined. The dog is licking my face and I had to rely on a young lad to help me up.
Yesterday, I was in a rush to catch an Elizabeth line train at Ealing, I misjudged the gap between the platform and the train, smashed my shin on the footplate and crashed into three people in the carriage. I have a nice gash on my shin. But at least I managed to get a seat.
Oh the joys of getting old 😭
To be honest, that step up at Ealing Broadway is bloody lethal. You're not the first person to come a cropper there:
’The platforms at Ealing Broadway are owned by Network Rail and are not new. Before the introduction of Elizabeth line services, they were used by GWR trains out of London Paddington.
Safety guidance says new platforms should not have a horizontal gap larger than 27.5cm (10.8in) or a vertical gap of more than 23cm (9in).
However, Rail Safety and Standards Board rules only apply to new stations, so Ealing Broadway as an older platform does not fall under the regulations. The rules do not apply.’
Just like FFP for Man City and Chelsea, or promotion for Arsenal. Tough shit whoever hurts themselves.🤷
Getting frustrated because I can't find my phone, that I'm passing from one hand to the other so I can check each pocket for the phone I'm passing from one hand to another....
There's a Scottish bloke who works in our local supermarket; nice chap with a thick Glaswegian accent. We were in there last night and he called my wife 'hen'. Immediately I felt like I was an extra in Still Game and that I'd perhaps gone shopping with Isa.
There's a Scottish bloke who works in our local supermarket; nice chap with a thick Glaswegian accent. We were in there last night and he called my wife 'hen'. Immediately I felt like I was an extra in Still Game and that I'd perhaps gone shopping with Isa.
My wife and I were watching Still Game last night on DVD, so funny!
There is a power point in my hallway from where I can hoover the whole house.
Today with the hoover upstairs I came down to get something and had to elegantly step over the wire. Despite wearing socks I somehow managed to wedge the power cord between my big toe and the one next to it. I momentarily stood on the spot shaking the trapped leg, but it was in vain.
Unfortunately the wire, seemingly acting as a catapult, propelled me forward at great velocity. I crashed into the front door whilst screaming like a banshee.
I had to take a few moments to sit down and recover. It gave me time to wonder where my next mishap will come from? How depressing.
There is a power point in my hallway from where I can hoover the whole house.
Today with the hoover upstairs I came down to get something and had to elegantly step over the wire. Despite wearing socks I somehow managed to wedge the power cord between my big toe and the one next to it. I momentarily stood on the spot shaking the trapped leg, but it was in vain.
Unfortunately the wire, seemingly acting as a catapult, propelled me forward at great velocity. I crashed into the front door whilst screaming like a banshee.
I had to take a few moments to sit down and recover. It gave me time to wonder where my next mishap will come from? How depressing.
There is a power point in my hallway from where I can hoover the whole house.
Today with the hoover upstairs I came down to get something and had to elegantly step over the wire. Despite wearing socks I somehow managed to wedge the power cord between my big toe and the one next to it. I momentarily stood on the spot shaking the trapped leg, but it was in vain.
Unfortunately the wire, seemingly acting as a catapult, propelled me forward at great velocity. I crashed into the front door whilst screaming like a banshee.
I had to take a few moments to sit down and recover. It gave me time to wonder where my next mishap will come from? How depressing.
Yesterday at B and Q a lovely young lady and her man saw I was struggling with a loaded trolley that refused to go straight. She suggested I drag it - it worked, and even with 1 finger now floated like a butterfly. We had a laugh and I thanked her. When I got to the car I was looking into my open boot (to see what needed moving) and had 3 massive bags of compost on the trolley. Same young lady came running over and asked if I needed help loading.
Felt old, but also I love good old fashioned manners when a young-un helps an old-un! She was brought up right (and if she is a Lifer -thank you!)
Having a catch up with someone you managed when they were on the graduate scheme and was a bit of a wild card back then and how he's balding, married and having a baby!
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Also, wondering whether I've written this in this thread before....
I'm also wondering whether I've written this in this thread before.
Today heard What’s Missing by Alexander O’Neal from his first album, 40 years ago.
Just like FFP for Man City and Chelsea, or promotion for Arsenal.
Tough shit whoever hurts themselves.🤷
Today with the hoover upstairs I came down to get something and had to elegantly step over the wire. Despite wearing socks I somehow managed to wedge the power cord between my big toe and the one next to it. I momentarily stood on the spot shaking the trapped leg, but it was in vain.
Unfortunately the wire, seemingly acting as a catapult, propelled me forward at great velocity. I crashed into the front door whilst screaming like a banshee.
I had to take a few moments to sit down and recover. It gave me time to wonder where my next mishap will come from? How depressing.
None of this would've happened a few years ago
Felt old, but also I love good old fashioned manners when a young-un helps an old-un! She was brought up right (and if she is a Lifer -thank you!)