Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Ten day party. DAY 8

Oh bother and fiddlesticks, I've posted this too early, I hit the publish button and didn't mean to. My dates are all over the place. Must try and get the clock sorted out. This is Wednesdays post.

Anyone fancy going on a roller coaster ride? Will this one do you? This is my photo of Raptor, taken ten years ago at Cedar Point in Ohio. My boyfriend at the time was roller coaster mad, he had booked a place on a trip with the Roller Coaster Club of Great Britain to the USA. I couldn't really afford it, £1,500 plus spending money, but I scrimped and saved and managed to scrape enough together to go with him. It was a fantastic holiday, two coach loads of coaster fans visiting 17 theme parks in 15 days. It was manic.


We had what they call Exclusive Ride Sessions, they open a ride early just for our group, for one hour, and we were able to ride it non stop. I managed nine rides on Raptor without getting off. Then I felt sick so I couldn't make the ten. Take a ride on it with me now, if you dare.



I love curling up on a comfy chair with a good book. Of course it's a library book so no cost there. The dress I am wearing today was given to me by my friend Helen, you can't get much more frugal than that. It's a jersey fabric, wrap around dress with three quarter sleeves, which is actually a size 16. That's the beauty of this style, one size fits all. It also doesn't crease so needs no ironing. My necklace was given to me as a gift from a friend, about 25 years ago. He went on holiday to New Zealand and brought it back for me.


Todays third commandment will make you feel great.
Thou shalt put a smile on thy face, and speak to a random stranger.
Then they will respond by giving you a smile back, making you both feel good. All you have to say is Good Morning, or Good Afternoon, or Good Evening, or Goodnight. Smiling is infectious, spread a little happiness. You wont look like a weirdo if it is a friendly smile. Definately dont grin or leer, that might make people punch you in the face if they think you are odd.

Here is the LARF OF THE DAY. One of the great comedians of all time, Sir Norman. I bet you can't keep a straight face.



Just popped back to announce the winner of yesterdays raffle ticket.
Toffee Apple has won ticket number 735072. Well done and good luck.

Also Kath has told me how to unpublish a post if I mistakenly hit the publish button before I am ready. Thank you Kath.

Monday, 10 October 2011

Ten day party. DAY 9

It's a horrible day outside today, wet wet and wet. But the sun shines in my house so all is well. I accidentaly missed a pic of this kitty the other day when I posted about our rescue cats. Look at this little darling, so pretty. I have just heard that we may have found a home for him. Some people came yesterday to look, Janet has done a home check, and they picked out another kitten which they liked. A neighbour came with them and immediately fell for this little one, so we are keeping our fingers crossed that they come back with a big fat YES.


And here is Elmo who arrived yesterday. He is so lovely. His previous owners had two dogs, a small child, and mum is about to have another baby. It was all getting a bit too much for mum and Elmo to cope with. He likes people but he also likes a quiet place to snuggle down to sleep. He's a lovely boy.


Welcome to Costa del Cheapskate. Here I am on my sun lounger, soaking up the rays and sipping my martini. Bit of a pong coming from that gas fire, I haven't had it on for about a year. That's ten pence worth of gas it's cost me to take this photo, ha ha.

My summer fashion today is a pink teashirt, which is in fact the top bit of a pyjama set. Ooops, I've forgotten to take the price label off, 20p from a car boot sale. My mini skirt is the same one I wore at my 60th birthday party, bought specially for the occasion from a charity shop. Powder blue footless tights from the market, and earrings marked down to half price from a shop in town which was closing down. Cheap trainers I've had for years, only wear them when it's dry and sunny, so they don't get dirty. I'm sure you'll agree, this is a fantastic, up to date look, for the busy pensioner, ha ha.



I'm pleased you took on board my first commandment for a happy and gorgeous life.

Here is the second commandment.
Thou shalt not stuff thy face with junk food
. I can hear you groan, what no chocolate, no cake, no chips, no burgers :o( Aint that what life is all about, enjoying it? Well yes you should enjoy your life, but if you want to shorten it by 10 or 20 years, go ahead and eat all the crap you want to. Me personally, I would rather do without 90% of the food that the supermarkets push in my face.

So, I want the next 24 hours to be a day of abstinence, not a morsel of crap to pass your lips please. No takeaways, no ringing for a pizza, no popping into a McDonalds, and horror of horrors, no alcohol. Then when the 24 hours have passed, only consume miniscule amounts of crap, one biscuit, one glass of wine, maybe once a week. It's your choice, wreck your body, or worship it like a temple.

Right, I'm just about to draw a name out of the hat for the winner of yesterdays raffle ticket. Anyone putting a comment on that post now has missed the boat. You can comment every day during party time, and each one will be a chance to win a raffle ticket.

I'll leave you with my LARF OF THE DAY. One of my favourite comedians, Mr Bean. This has me creased up with laughing.



The winner of the first Bransby Horses raffle ticket number 735071 is.....
CAMPFIRE
I will keep all the tickets here, and check the numbers after the draw on December 19th. Good luck.

Ten day party. DAY 10

Well it's countdown time, all together now, 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 we have lift off. I've been a bit busy this morning so this is a bit late. I collected another cat who needs a new home. He's a gorgeous boy called Elmo and he is nearly three years old. He will stay in my room untill a place comes up for him in Sue's pens. He's a bit shy at the moment so I haven't been able to get a photo, but he's black and white, a lovely big softie boy.

To account for the time differences around the world the deadline for names going into the hat for the daily raffle ticket will be 12noon BST the following day. I am aiming to publish posts before midday, so that gives 24 hours for comments to be counted. Multi comments does not mean multi chances to win a ticket, that's me being mean, ooops, no fair, ha ha.

I seem to have upset one of my readers, Kath wonders where my pants have gone. I felt it was time to change the header again, I get a bit bored seeing the same one, so just for Kath, here is one last look at my pants :o))



I've had a look through my wardrobe, I am not one of the worlds best dressed, probably one of the worlds worst where fashions are concerned. Here I am modelling a multicoloured silk blouse, vintage 1996 charity shop find. Black leggins which have seen their best, the knees are baggy so I have put them on back to front. Pearls, and I use that term loosely, definately haven't come from oysters. It's very sunny in my bedroom, hence the shades. More summer fashions on a shoestring tomorrow.



Right, next. Commandment number 1 for a full and happy lifestyle. (With a short explanation)

Thou shalt get off thy backside and do something. I want you to jump out of bed in the morning, full of the joys of spring. I know it's Autumn, but use your imagination. Up with the lark, jogging shoes on, and a quick sprint round the block. You will feel a whole lot better, either that or it will knacker you up for the rest of the day, ha ha. No, seriously, busying yourself will keep your mind active and your body fit. Get rid of the tele, instead make a list of jobs to do, and work your way through them. You will feel a great deal of satisfaction when out of chaos emerges a neat and tidy house. If you don't like housework, like me, just say stuff it, and go out, ha ha.

And now we come to the LARF OF THE DAY. See you tomorrow. More fashions, more larfs.

Sunday, 9 October 2011

Amazing

Wednesday the 19th of October 2011 is a special day, no, probably more than special, it's a stupendous day. I might even go as far as saying it will be an exceptionally extraordinary day.

When I started I didn't think it would last this long. I didn't imagine this blog to be read by people all over the world. It gave me something to do while struggling to make ends meet, while downshifting, and making the transition between working less and living more. I had an operation in 2008, lost my job, became unemployed, and was managing on very little income. Juggling, oh I am brilliant at juggling, the only way I pulled through was to stop spending.

Some people might be frightened to death to see their lifestyle radically changing before their very eyes, but do you know, I didn't care. For me it was a relief. Gone was the pressure to earn money. At first I tried to find another job but I didn't beat myself up about it when no one responded to my applications. I gave up looking, I re assessed my life, and re adjusted to my new circumstances. I embraced frugaldom with arms open wide, as it was the only way I was going to survive.

Losing your job doesn't have to be a death sentence, it's not the end of the world, in fact it's the beginning of a new and better life. My bank balance was already at rock bottom when my job disappeared. Did I sit down and cry, did I hold my head in my hands and say, oh whoa is me, no I didn't. I just got on with it. It was a relief when I reached that great milestone, my 60th birthday, now at least the government was going to pay something towards my keep, after I had helped to prop up the benefits system for the last 45 years.


So, what's so special about Wednesday the 19th of October?

It will be my...........


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Tomorrow is the start of the ten day countdown. I want to make it ten days of fun. I want to bring back summer, so cast away all those black clouds and put on your brightest most colourfull clothes. I am going to dress up, a new outfit every day, so why don't you. We don't need reasons to be cheerful, because we are cheerful.

First there is a competition. I have ten raffle tickets at 50p each. I am going to send a cheque to Bransby Home of Rest for Horses for £10. The tickets are numbered 735071 - 080. Over the next ten days all those who comment each day will have their names in a hat and I will pull out one, that person will be allocated a ticket number.

The draw will take place on 19th of december. You never know one of you might be lucky. If we have a winner I will contact you via your link to ask for your address. Good luck everybody.

I think it is common knowledge that laughing is a great stress buster, therefore I will be trying my utmost to make you laugh. Even if you can only manage a titter, that will be enough. Life is too short to be grumpy, so look out for my Larf a Day.

I know a lot of you are looking for ways to lead a healthy and wholesome lifestyle, whether it be in mind, body or spirit. I have written my own Ten Commandments to give you some guidance on how you can work towards a long and lovely life. Just follow my wise words and you won't go far wrong.

And for the Grand Finale on the 1ooo'th post I will be giving away one of my lovely bags. To win it all you have to do is leave a comment on that day. Names will go into a hat, there will be a grand draw, and the lucky person will receive the bag, no matter where in the world you are. Howzabout that then, good eh!

So are you ready for the countdown? Don't forget, every comment during the next ten days will give you a chance of a raffle ticket. Midnight BST will be the deadline, I will let you know daily who the lucky person is.

Bet you are glad you are reading this now :0))

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Our little lodgers

I went to see our pussy cats this afternoon. Sue has started to give them some playtime together by moving them into each others pen for an hour, to see how they get on. It is all going very well, they enjoy each others company and it helps to socialise them. We have two little black kittens.



And another black kitten a bit older.

This is mum who came in pregnant and had knotted fur. She has been spayed and has a lovely soft coat.

This white kitten came in with it's sibling and mum. No photo of sibling, it wouldn't stay still.



This is mum.

This is Bow, she has been with us a few months. Still waiting.

Please find me a nice home.


All our cats are much loved while they are here, they have a nice life while they are waiting for a forever home. We do get some enquiries, but sadly we have to turn some of them down, usually because the house is on a busy road. We keep looking till we find the right one.

Friday, 7 October 2011

What did I do today?

First of all I made this dog collar out of a belt. Can't remember where I got it, car boot sale I think. Alfie has lost his collar so I told Paul not to buy one, I would make him one. Cut it down to size, remove and re attach one end of the plastic clasp, and find a steel 'D' ring to put on before stitching the end up. A tip to stop the end fraying, waft it over a gas flame for a second.

Then go round to see the boys and try it on. Perfect, Alfie loves it. Now I think Ollie is jealous and wants one as well :o) I told Paul I might have enough strap left over to make a matching lead, but he wasn't too keen. Maybe a bit too pretty pretty for his macho image, ha ha. Paul gave me a big bag of spinach he didn't want, a fair swap I thought.

Next I went to town. Paid a bill at the bank and took out a bit of cash. I got my boots back from the cobblers, he has made a fantastic job of the heels. Cost £12, and hopefully many more miles will be walked in them. I love my boots, felt a little bit bereft while they were away for repairs :o(

I called in at the pet stall in the market, running low on Whiskas dry cat food, I will only buy it if it's a good price or on special offer. Won't pay full price for it. Luckily they have some big bags in for £3.99, so I got three bags. That has saved a traipse up to Pets at Home at the other end of town.

While I was there, I got a box of Bakers meaty chunks for the dogs in my life. This is nearly £3 a box in the supermarkets which I would never pay, it's £2.09 in B & M discount store. The market has some in for £1.50 a box, brilliant.

I have got Jessie blind dog for a few days, while her owner is at her daughters wedding in Greece. So I got her some of those pigs skin things. They are revolting, makes me feel sick, but she likes them.

It's lovely and sunny in the garden, a complete contrast from yesterday when it was a howling gale. Cats out enjoying it. Bugsy in his favourite spot.

Lily won't stay still while I take her photo.

And Mayze has gone AWOL. It's so funny to watch the cat's reaction to Jessie, they cant understand why she takes no notice of them at all. She bimbles about, sometimes walking straight into them. I think they might have an inkling that she doesn't know they are there. Mayze usually gets chased by Henry or Lady, but she is beginning to realise that this dog will not chase her. Mayze eyes her up with suspicion.

Got to go, Jess wants to go out.

Thursday, 6 October 2011

Where did that skip come from

I'm cheating again, more copying and pasting :O))

I got a job with an employment agency as a relief driver, it was part of the same company which owned the HGV driving school. When I first passed my test they didn't want to give me a job because I hadn’t any experience. I had paid £250 for my licence and they said, “go away and get some experience.” So here I was, three years later, with my ‘experience’.

Agency work was a bit daunting at first, as with most things you are not familiar with. I had sleepless nights worrying about every new job I was sent to, sometimes it was a different company every day of the week. This usually meant several visits to the little girls room, it was very stressfull. Gear boxes were confusing, loading different trailers was worrying, and finding new places was frightening. On the plus side, using new equipment meant lots of opportunity to learn new skills, and gain more qualifications, now I was really building on my experience. Eventually I began to relish the new challenges that agency driving provided me with, even though it meant spending more time in the toilet!

There was a mixture of work, some days I could be driving a small rigid lorry, sometimes the maximum, 32 ton articulated truck. Every day was different, it was this variety that I was beginning to enjoy. I had a passion for knowledge and I wanted to know everything there was to know about transport. If I didn’t understand how a piece of equipment worked I asked someone to show me. If I saw a driver with a lorry I wasn’t familiar with I would ask him about it, there was such a lot to learn. There was no such thing as driver induction, a process that the larger companies now follow when they take on a new driver. It was a case of ‘pick things up as you go along’. When I thought I knew it all someone would show me a better way of doing things.

I had instructions to report to Derby Waste, a skip hire company, on a Monday morning at 7am. When I arrived I introduced myself as usual, “Hello, I’m your hired driver from the agency”. I told the boss that I hadn’t done skip work before, could someone show me how to lift the skips on and off the lorry? He muttered something under his breath and picked the phone up. “What have you sent this woman for”, he complained, “She doesn’t know how to do the job”. I presumed he was talking to my boss. After a few minutes of heated discussions he stood up and snapped, “Follow me”.

Outside was another driver preparing to leave the yard, “Show this driver how to work the hydraulics before you go will you”, he sighed. The driver showed me the levers, “this one’s for lifting the skip up from the ground, this ones for tipping it when you are on the tip, and this one’s for lowering the stabilising legs, right, and don’t forget to keep your chains tight when you travel on the road with a skip on, or hook them up out of the way if you haven’t a skip on. Got that?” “Yes”, I murmured.

For the rest of the week I went in and out of Rolls Royce and British Rail, two of the biggest companies in the city, fetching the full skips out, emptying them down the tip, and bringing them back. Half the time I forgot where I got them from, the factories were so big. I plonked them down anywhere. I'm sure that must have confused a lot of people, wondering where these skips had suddenly appeared from.

I had whole office blocks full of people hanging out of the windows looking at me, as I did a twenty point turn to get out of a tight spot. By the end of the week the skip boss was back on the phone to my boss. Not to complain this time, but to sing my praises. In fact every time he wanted a driver after that, he asked for me. I was dead sick, the job was filthy, the tip was smelly, and I was filthy, I hated it, ha ha.

Questions and answers

Hi peeps, Thanks for your comments on the previous post, a couple of points I'd like to address. Old She dragon asks how my mobile phone PAYG top up is so low. I've just checked the balance and I am down to 32p, so I need to top up now. I keep my receipts, here they are.
29July = £10....24May = £10.... 2April = £10....12Jan = £10....23Oct = £20.... 14Aug = £20.
I am with Carphone Warehouse Talk Mobile. I never seem to lose any credit if I don't use it, it rolls over. I very rarely make a call with the phone unless I need to ask or tell someone something, and need a quick response. I use it more for text messaging.

Kate asked about missing out on reductions on gas and electricity for paying by direct debit. I'm not sure what my savings would be if I changed to this method, but I suspect it wouldn't be very much. My last quarterly bills for both totalled £47.26. At it's highest my winter quarterly bills were £126.98. I get a reduction for dual duel, and prompt payment.

I am just looking at the message board on my electricity bill. It says, 'Only pay for the energy you use with EnergySmart'. Don't I do that already? It says it's a revolution in the way you pay for and control your home's energy.

OK, so tell me more.....
No more estimated bills. I don't mind the odd estimate now and then as I know it will be put right next time.
Submit monthly readings online or by SMS. Can't be bothered.
No more surprises, just accurate monthly bills. I dont get surprises I know exactly how much I am using.
Includes a free electricity monitor, putting you in control and helping you save energy and money. What do I want one of those for, I am the one who switches things on and off, I know how to be frugal with my usage.

I don't want to pay monthly, I can budget for a quarterly bill. They make out that they are doing you a favour by getting you to pay monthly, they just want to make sure they get their money in 12 times a year rather than trusting people to pay quarterly. I suppose it does make good business sense from their perspective, less chance of people getting in arrears, if they have the monthly option. But for simplicity sake I am happy to get a bill for how much I have used and pay for it four times a year.

I have heard about Autoaid Kate, thank you for mentioning it. That's another way to buy recovery services. I'm afraid I have more faith in the man who drives an orange van with RAC all over it, than someone from any old garage that I've never heard of. I am not very trusting of garages in general, I prefer to stick with those I know. It might work well for some people, but I would rather not scrimp on taking a chance with who might turn up if my car breaks down. Just had another thought, if my car needs a minor adjustment at the side of the road to get it going, the RAC don't charge me as it's included in the call out. Would an independant garage want some kind of payment to put things right? I don't know.

Lizzie, I am a, 'deadbeat' and if everyone was like me more banks would go bust.

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

Zero is the bottom line.

A few years ago I started up and ran a couple of small businesses, alongside my full time employment. They were never going to make oodles of money but were fun to do. I imagined myself as an entrepreneur, who knows what could have happened, Dragons Den perhaps. My philosophy was give it a try, you never know what it might lead to.

My first business was an Introduction Agency. There was two ways which people could meet each other, on our social nights out, or through the monthly newsletter. It was very successful in that lots of people made new friends, some leading to permanent relationships, and marriage. My outgoings were mainly advertising and printing costs, I never got paid for my time. It was fun though and gave me a social life. After three years I closed it because it wasn't making money.

The second business was buying cat themed stock from wholesalers, and selling it at craft fairs and cat shows. This worked well for a while and was very popular. I turned my spare room into a small warehouse. My biggest costs were stock, stand rent, and transport to get to the shows. Then sales began to dwindle as people found they did not have the spare cash to spend, so I closed it.

The dictionary describes an entrepreneur as a business person who attempts to make a profit by risk and initiative. Oh I had initiative alright, I'm a get up and go sort of person, but I could not bring myself to risk any money which I didn't already have. To start up I used my savings, I didn't borrow. When money started coming in it was ploughed back in, more stock, and more advertising. I was very cautious, keeping a tight reign on cash flow, scrutinising bank statements and invoices.

My lack of risk taking perhaps showed a lack of confidence in my businesses. I couldn't bring myself to throw money at them in the hope of recouping it later. The risk was too great. I now realise I am never going to be an entrepreneur.

Being money savvy has served me well though in my personal life. My bank statements are checked every month and are filed.

They go back to the year 2000. The amount of information in here is invaluable.

I can check how much I have earnt, and how much I have paid out. I can compare month by month, year by year. For instance the lowest my account has ever been was £28.06 on the 16th April 2003. I really was hanging by the skin of my teeth there, but the very next day my wages of £252.41 went in, phew that was close.

To help me keep track of things I keep my direct debits to a minimum. I do not want money to disappear, I want to physically pay for things with a cheque or cash. The monthly direct debits I have at the moment are mortgage, house insurance, broadband, and homephone. I have one annual payment to the RAC, and that is all.

My car insurance is paid annually, I save up for it and pay on the phone with my Tesco credit card to get the points. Gas and electricity are paid quarterly when the bill arrives, with a cheque into the bank. Water and sewer charges are paid twice yearly into the bank with a cheque. Council tax is paid with cash into the office in town. Mobile phone is PAYG top up, £10 every 2 or 3 months. I use my Tesco credit card 3 or 4 times a month for food and petrol and other odd purchases, it is always cleared in full every month.

There has been a lot in the press about how banks rip customers off, Barclays don't get chance to rip me off because I don't let them. In 2008 they wrote to me saying I could claim a personal reserve on my account, of £500. If I didn't want it I had to contact them. I read the small print. If I go into the reserve I had to pay a usage fee of £22 for the first five consecutive days. If I am still using it after that another £22 was payable for the next five days. I politely told them where to stuff it. I have never had an overdraft in my life, and I am not about to start now.

What they were really hoping for is that people wouldn't bother to opt out, then at a later date the temptation to dip into it would be too great and people would give in. They were trading on people's lack of will power. Some might argue that it could be helpfull to have access to a little bit of extra cash, in case of an emergency, but I disagree. The bottom line of your bank balance, the actual cash you have in the bank, should be the cut off point to stop spending, not the little bit extra they want to throw at you. When the balance reaches a certain level, then is the time to act, not when every last penny has gone.

I know what I need to pay out every month, I read my statements. When the balance starts dropping I know I have to stop spending. I have never missed a morgage payment, and all bills are paid on time. In the past I might have had to roll over a credit card by only paying the minimum, but I always had another trick up my sleeve. Get a nought percent card and transfer the balance to give me an extra few months. I don't need to do that now, I'm down to the one card, that's enough for me.

If you want to dig yourself out of a hole read your statements, they can tell you a lot about yourself. Mine tell me that I have never been a long term saver. I only have the one account, nothing is squirrelled away anywhere. I always keep a small emergency fund, and the money in and money out has to balance.

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

I've never had a woman before

Did you like that bit of fun yesterday? I could see that some of you had a little titter, you have been reading me that long, you can spot a touch of whacky humour a mile off. One of my tongue in cheek posts, ha ha.

I'm cheating a bit today, pulling something out of the archives, this copy and paste is brilliant. Shall I translate this into text speak, make it a bit more interesting? No I thought not, I'll leave it as it is. The punctuation may leave a lot to desire though, haven't quite got the hang of that :o)

IN THE BEGINNING

Getting the licence was the easy bit, finding the job was not so easy. I scoured the newspaper for a class 1 driving job, and applied for everything I saw. I would ring the number and enquire about the vacancy. Every time, the person on the other end asked, ‘Is it for your husband?’ I replied, ‘No it’s for me’. And every time they said, ‘Sorry the job’s been taken’. After three months I was becoming very disheartened, no one was taking me seriously, no one would give me a chance. Some of them asked if I had any experience, and they said no thanks when I said I hadn’t. How was I going to get any experience if no one would give me a start?

I went to see the boss of a general haulage company who needed a driver, at last I had managed to get an interview. When I got there I knocked on the door and a gruff voice bellowed, “Yeah”. Gingerly I turned the handle and entered. Through a haze of choking cigar smoke I saw him, a huge wobbly man, slumped in a chair behind a heavy oak desk. I was surprised to see he was wearing scruffy oily overalls, didn’t all bosses wear suits? He looked like a wild beast, a mass of black greasy hair falling over his heavily bearded face. I half expected him to greet me with Ho Ho Ho and laugh holding his belly, but it wasn’t yet Christmas.

“I’ve come about the job”, I stammered, “The one advertised in the paper for a class 1 driver”. His jaw dropped. “Is it for your husband?” he said. “No, it’s for me”, I replied. “Good God”, exclaimed the big man, “I’ve never had a woman before”. He started muttering “I don’t know what to say to you”.

I was beginning to feel a bit chirpy, my initial shyness had subsided as I realised, I must be something special, the only woman HGV driver ever to ask him for a job! I had to get in there quick, if I gave him the right answers I might be in with a chance, despite my lack of experience. “Just say what you normally say”, I suggested. “I’m only a driver looking for a job”. He shook his head in disbelief as he took another puff on his cigar. Coughing and spluttering he repeated, “I don’t know what to say”.

‘He’s going to need some help here’, I thought. “I’ve not long passed my test and I’m looking for someone to give me a start. I’m willing to learn if you show me what it’s about”. Slowly he began to regain his composure after his choking fit. And so the interview started. After 20 minutes he said, “Well, we’d better let you take a wagon out for a test run, we’ve got one loaded outside, Charlie will go with you”.

After about six visits to the toilet, I was ready to set off. Stomach still churning with nerves, I selected a gear and the aged Mercedes rolled out of the gate. I crawled around the best part of a ten mile route, petrified that I might not be able to get past parked cars, go round corners without clipping the curb, or setting off on a hill without rolling back. The wagon was loaded with massive clay pipes on a flatbed trailer, they were fastened on with ropes. I spent more time looking in the mirrors to check the pipes were still there, than looking through the windscreen to see where I was going.

It’s a miracle they didn’t send a search party out for us, we seemed to be away for ages. When we got back the boss came out to meet us, “How did it go?” he asked. “Oh, not too bad”, I said. “Will you be able to manage it on your own?”, he asked. “Oh yes,” I said confidently, trying to conceal my terror. Little did he know I was shaking in my boots. I could see he was reluctant to set me on and I was secretly relieved. “You go home and think about it”, he suggested, “Let me know what you decide”. Grateful for the opportunity of a quick exit, I stammered, “Ok then”.

I rang him the next day and said no thanks, I had got fixed up with something else. This was a lie, someone had warned me that he was a cowboy and expected his drivers to break the law. I made the right decision, not long after that the company was closed down.

After 3 months of searching, I went to the Job Centre and told the girl on the desk of my plight. She checked her files and said, ‘I have got a class 3 job, it’s temporary for 2 months, shall I ring and ask for an interview for you’. I said yes, I was a little disappointed, a class 3 is smaller rigid vehicle and I wanted to drive an artic, but I suppose I had to start somewhere. I set off on my little Honda 125 to British Road Services in Derby, about 12 miles away. This interview was different to the last one, a few questions and the boss said, “Right, when can you start?” I was chuffed to bits, at last I had got a job, even though it was only temporary.

Monday, 3 October 2011

Translation of previous post :o)

Hi everyone. just so I don't have to type out loads of text I am getting this translated into text speak. then I will Copy and Paste it in, it will save me time. Personally I like text speak, because if you can't spell it does not matter. You can write what you like and some people will not be able to understand you. It is like a new language to me. I try and spell correctly all the time, but sometimes the rebel in me appears, and when I text on my mobile phone I find it great fun to spell words how I speak them.

All those lessons at school when I learned proper english, how to spell, where to put the commas and exclamation marks, have now all gone out of the window. It is okay to miss spell things, it is alright to write a load of rubbish, because that's the new language. How are you getting on with text speak, are you picking it up okay?

I am getting on great with it. I wish they had it all those years ago when I was at school, then I wouldn't have had to do all that swotting, all that studying, all those examinations. I could have had more time for playing and skiving off school. If they have something similar for maths, like a short version, I could have kicked maths lessons in the head as well. When I think of all those hours studying, all for nothing, because you can now write what you like, and no one cares.

If you want to learn how to do text speak you can learn it on this site. www.lingo2word.com then you can write your posts in super quick time like me. Why not have a go, it is fun.

Learn a new lingo

Hi evry1. jst so I dnt hav2 typ ot loadsa txt Im getN dis transl8D N2 txt spk. thN Ill C&P it n, it wl save me tym. Personaly I lk txt spk, coz f u cnt spel it duznt m@r. u cn wrt wotU lk n sum ppl wont B abL 2 undRst& u. It's lk a nu lang 2 me. I try n spel correctly ll d tym, bt sumtyms d rebel n me appears n wen I txt on my mob ph I fnd it gr8 fun 2 spel wrds hw I spk em.

ll doze LeSNs @schl wen I learnt propr en, h2 spel, whr 2 put d commas n exclamation marks, av now ll gon outa d windO. It's ok 2 ms spel fings, it's ight 2rite a load of trash, coz dats d nu lang. HRU getN on W txt spk, RU picn it ^ ok?

Im getN on gr8 W it. I wsh dey had it ll doze yrs ago wen I was@ skool, thN I wudnt av had2 do ll dat swotting, ll dat swating, ll doze exams. I cUd av had mor tym 4 playN n skiving off skool. f they've somit alike 4 mafs, lk a short verzN, I cUd av kickD mafs LeSNs n d hed as wel. wen I tnk of ll doze hrs swating, ll 4 Ø, coz u cn now wrt wotU lk, n n01 cares.

f u wn2 lern h2 do txt spk u cn lern it on dis site. W3.lingo2word.com thN u cn wrt yr posts n supa qik tym lk me. y/- av a go, it's fun.

Sunday, 2 October 2011

Up at the crack of dawn

Hands up, who was up and out of bed at 5am this morning? Yep me, yours truly. As head of fundraising for our cat rescue it is my job to drag myself from my pit at some ungodly hour, and head off down to the football ground with a car load of swag, set up stall and flog as much as I can to make funds for the kitties.

This morning I was not alone, Janet also volunteered to come along and help out. Between the two of us we managed to raise £60, which we are pleased about.


It was still dark when we pulled in at 6.15am, our pitch was dead centre on the car park, a good place to be. I don't like being on the end of a row because you often miss out on customers who can't be bothered to walk to the outer edges. We were amazed at how many buyers were cruising the stalls, ferreting around, searching for the first bargains. We got our tables out, good job I had the head torch on, and covered them with cloths, and put out a few large items. Best not to put the small and interesting items out till it actually gets light. I hate it when people act like scavanging vultures before you are ready.

We had priced most things up beforehand, with just a few more stickers to go on as we pulled single items out of the car. It's best to set your prices first, then everyone knows how much you want without having to ask. If things aren't priced they either turn away because they are too shy to ask, or you have to think quickly when they ask and you can make mistakes, too high, or too low.

I noticed how a lot of foreign people with very limited English asked for a cheaper price than the sticker price. This annoys me, because we were already cheap, and as I pointed out to them, we are a charity. I know it's fun to barter but they were just taking the Micky.

One kind gentleman actually gave us a bag of shoes to sell. They were marked up at 50p a pair so he obviously had been trying to sell them but hadn't had much luck. We put a couple of pairs out, and within minutes sold a pair.

I had a look round myself and resisted buying anything, I was there to sell. Our table looked really appealing compared to the rest of them who seemed to chuck a load of dirty tat on a table or a sheet on the gound and hope people rummaged through it. I think a good presentation helps to sell more, and if you have taken the time and trouble to wash, scrub, and polish things, they will look like a better class of tat, ha ha.

It was all over by 12 o clock as we packed away, taking home a bag of money and a lot less stuff than we had brought. We won't be doing this every week, only now and again when the weather is forecast to be nice, and when we have collected some more stuff to sell. I am now off to unpack the car. Toodle pip.

Saturday, 1 October 2011

Hot Hot Hot

It's been that hot today that I've taken to doing the washing up outside in the garden. Might as well top up my tan whilst doing the chores :0)

Look at this lot, not my washing up exactly, but a load of stuff given to us, from my friend Helen (Henry's mum), to sell to make funds for our rescue kitties. We took another kitten in the other night, it was found in someone's garden and despite asking around to try and find the owner, no one claimed it was theirs. The poor little mite is only about four weeks old and shouldn't be away from it's mother, but with Janets love and devotion and bottle feeding, it seems to be doing alright. So thank you Helen for supporting our cat rescue.

I took these photo's the other night, just as the sun was going down at the front of the house. These trees are in the garden directly behind mine. The sky was blood red over Doncaster way as the sun went down, and it beamed through the gap between our two houses and lit up the trees. There was only a couple of minutes to capture these images. As you can see the bottoms of the trees were in the shade, and the tops look like they are on fire.




As I look at them now the leaves are mainly green but starting to go yellow, ready for the fall. What an amazingly beautiful sight the sunset makes. Nature at it's best.


Day 7 Gainsborough to home

Breakfast this morning was food saved from last nights dinner. Well you couldn't really call it a proper dinner, it was a tin of mackeral fillets, wholemeal bread rolls, and pasta and sweet pepper salad, with an egg custard for pudding.

My tum was filled with the unconventional breakfast and I was ready to hit the road. This is my last day and it is the furthest I have to walk. It might not necessarily be the longest day though, as I aim to walk as fast as I can. The challenge today is to get home pronto. I set off at 8.30am. The landlord said he wouldn't be around that early as he was going out for a drink, and wouldn't rise much before ten, so I let myself out.

I am staying on the east side of the river today because it would take an extra half hour to back track through the town to cross the bridge. There is a road alongside on both sides, but probably more to look at on the west side, never mind I want to get home, so it's the quickest for me. Here are a few shaggy sheep, they were quite tame and didn't run away as I passed them.

It was a bit drizzly on and off, so the brolly came in very handy. I was still in my shorts, or longs as someone called them, it is much more comfortable than sweating underneath waterproofs. Your legs get wet, and then they get dry, simple. That looks interesting over there at West Stockwith. I might go and have a look at that another day. In fact I have just thought of a good idea, I could get the bus to Gainsborough, and walk back along the west bank.

Here is a nice church at East Stockwith.

Now that looks like Owston Ferry over there. The rain has stopped now.

Onwards I march, only two ten minute breaks for a bite to eat, must keep going. Aha, at last I am going under the bridge of the M180 motorway. Now I feel like I am nearly there.



Some of the walking is on the road, then when I want a break from tarmac I can climb up onto the river bank. Parts of it have been mowed so it is easy walking. The bank has been built up to create a flood barrier for the nearby houses. A typical riverside pub. Sorry no time to stop, I'm on a mission.

Almost at Gunness now.

And here we are at Keadby Bridge, it's where the A18 crosses the river. I have written about this bridge before, it used to be a lifting bridge but is now fixed. Not far to go now.


Now I am on familiar territory and don't need a map as I have walked this area many times before. I took the minor road past Gunness Wharf, and through Flixborough Industrial Estate, to follow the path at the bottom of the wood and home. It was 4.15pm when I arrived in my village, so less than eight hours to walk 22 miles, I am pleased with that.

The total milage for the trip was 119, broken down as follows...
Burton to Melbourne 11.25
Melbourne to Kegworth 14.00
Kegworth to Radcliffe 20.66
Radcliffe to Kelham 17.60
Kelham to Dunham 18.52
Dunham to Gainsborough 15
Gainsborough to home 22

It's amazing that I haven't had any problems with aching legs and only one small blister which went in a day. My feet must be really hardened to it now. I've had to put my boots into the cobblers though, the heels are well worn. They will be ready next week as they had to order special heels. Can't wait to put them on again and have another walkabout. Toodle pip.