Am not sure if this is strange or not. Whilst on the way to work, I saw a fully kitted out cyclist on the side of the road. He had a pair of hand shearers and was attacking a hedge on the side of the room. I assume the edge of the shrub was just to close to the edge of the road. As he had them in his bag I assume he attacks the local shrubery on a regular basis... So if you are worried that your shrubs are disappearing it might be the mystery cyclist.
Well it finally happened, the renunion. The return of class 1990 back to its spirtual( or liquid) home. What a great night. It was lovely to see so many faces from school, the nervousness of trying to remember people just diappeared. Most hads't changed a bit, it was like steppping back 20 years. It was also great to see many people return from far and wide. Some came from Holland, Wales, others still lived round the corner. we cauhgt up with news, some danced others, swapped stories and maybe the odd number or two. it was a tribute to Chris who organised it and all those who turned up and made the party what it was, thank u all...Pics
Cleaning is one of life trials.. just someting you have to do. I like to do this to loud heavy music.. Muse is my particular band of choice. I have two bits of advice to this. One is, do it naked.. if you get dirty it doesn't matter you can just jump straight in the shower. The second piece is don't use to much cilit bang in a confine space, it makes you cough like mad as it produces so much fumes. I am now trying to recover with my head out of the front doors breathing in as much fresh air as possible.
Things are getting worse, even the primary school pictures are coming out of the woodwork.. Saying that the event has made the local press including picture, I wonder if things are building up to much, lets hope its as exciting as we hope.
An old school mate( i think I can still call her that) has organised a school reunion. The scary thing it has been now 20 years since the end of school, well I did stay on for A levels. Come Septemeber some 80+ of us will be heading back to the old town like a pilgramge, to worship at our Mecca which was the rugby club. I spent my birthday there,as many of us did and like most was all a bit hazy.. HOwever I don't what is more scary... the pics coming out of the woodwork from when we were so much younger, or the fact I can't remember half the names or faces.