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oldwheels

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Isle of Mull
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Needs a bit of background so bear with me.
He had been a Major in the RUC and survived two assassination attempts and was lucky to escape with his life so invalided out to civilian life in the C &E.
A bit paranoid and kept a loaded pistol in his desk drawer and throwing knife as a letter opener as well as a rifle in his stationary cupboard. Never opened his house door when behind it but stood to one side to do so and had a knife in his other hand behind his back. When doing night surveys he had a nightshift man have a casual walk outside the gates to check for strangers as he was convicted the IRA would try to get him as an example that nowhere was safe.
One I had established that I was in charge of the distillery and not him we got on ok. After all I got the job on the grounds of being an awkward b ----- as the managing director told me later.
Liked his drink which he indulged in frequently in the Mishnish Bar. Drove home regularly as his house was at the top of the town when not quite legal but never got stopped by the police.
The episode when he could not find the clutch was solved when he got a lift home and got the local garage to diagnose the problem.
On another occasion he ran over a large wooden wheel block used by the local buses for overnight parking on a steep hill.
This got stuck under his car which tilted forward when he let in the clutch and the wheels left the ground and lost traction.
Stuck so he got out of the car and tripped over the seat belt and broke his leg.
Enough.
 
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dicko

Guru
Location
Derbyshire
Aldi roast Pork joint with roast potatoes, carrots and Brussels Sprouts for family dinner tonight. Smells delicious
 

pawl

Legendary Member
Needs a bit of background so bear with me.
He had been a Major in the RUC and survived two assassination attempts and was lucky to escape with his life so invalided out to civilian life in the C &E.
A bit paranoid and kept a loaded pistol in his desk drawer and throwing knife as a letter opener as well as a rifle in his stationary cupboard. Never opened his house door when behind it but stood to one side to do so and had a knife in his other hand behind his back. When doing night surveys he had a nightshift man have a casual walk outside the gates to check for strangers as he was convicted the IRA would try to get him as an example that nowhere was safe.
One I had established that I was in charge of the distillery and not him we got on ok. After all I got the job on the grounds of being an awkward b ----- as the managing director told me later.
Liked his drink which he indulged in frequently in the Mishnish Bar. Drove home regularly as his house was at the top of the town when not quite legal but never got stopped by the police.
The episode when he could not find the clutch was solved when he got a lift home and got the local garage to diagnose the problem.
On another occasion he ran over a large wooden wheel block used by the local buses for overnight parking on a steep hill.
This got stuck under his car which tilted forward when he let in the clutch and the wheels left the ground and lost traction.
Stuck so he got out of the car and tripped over the seat belt and broke his leg.
Enough.

Interesting
 
A mild and grey day here chez Casa Reynard.

Did not sleep well as my right knee was really ouchie. Decided not to go yellow stickering in town, just as well on account of the Grand Prix start time being pushed forward.

I have done the grand sum of not a lot today, excepting putting the diced lamb and two thirds of the ham pieces I bought the other day into the freezer.

I entered a raffle last night. Ordinarily I don't, but this one is run by someone I know to raise money for a good cause, so I felt kind of obliged. All the prizes are motor racing based which is a plus, but given how appalling my luck in such tends to be, I'll either a) win nothing - the most likely or b) will end up with something I don't want / can't use. In the event of the latter, I can at least divert it to my bookseller friend and use it as a collateral for something that's of more interest.

At cat shows, if I enter a raffle, I usually end up with a) nothing or b) a bottle of booze. The latter of course being useless to me on account of my being teetotal.
 
Had the last of the beetroot soup, followed by a roast beef sandwich and a :cuppa:

Madam Lexi has caught another mouse in the hallway. She's done a right number on it, as the back legs and tail are about three feet away from the head, and there's an unidentified pile of guts and bits elsewhere.
 
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