no sooner have we took delivery of the car, and the BBC are telling me that Diesel Engines are a health risk, and one bloke from the Chartered Society of Physiotherapy, want’s to ban them from urban areas!, It’ll be a long walk home after we’ve parked the car then.

I know yesterday was work your proper hours day, but I think it was also, see how many silly stories you can get on the website day, in the beeb*

• Suicide woman banned from bridges
• ?10K trial clears ?1 lager theft (with the cyclist that smokes fags and drinks beer)
• Mexican Simpsons Voices go on strike
• Saturday Night dance floor up for sale

as an aside it was also national doodle day yesterday, so was I meant to stay in work all day, but doodle for most of the time ?

(*other news web sites will silly stories are available)

yippie we’ve got our new car!

After a bit of a panic over insurance cover notes we’ve picked up our ‘neary new’ Blue skoda Octavia Estate, and it’s nice and shiny, Ruth had one moment of ‘weakness’ in the showroom when we bought the car and paid the extra for DiamondBrite, which apparently keeps the car shiny, but more importantly includes scotch guard on the upholstery, and given the fact that the car will spend most of it’s life transporting a small child around. This seemed like a good idea.

It’s a massive thing though, as Ruth has said we bought it because we wanted the most practical car, but also because it was cheap, not really because it was an estate (one child and we go from a sporty three door car to a massive estate, sorry).

The showroom guy was nice, but again, they do leave me with a slimy feeling after you leave. It just must take a certain type of person to sell cars. Ruth was convinced we threw him, because she dealt with it all while I just sat there and played with Daisy, at one point he did ask me to sign something, I don’t know why when Ruth had signed all the contracts, I just signed something saying the car was clean I think.

so now we just have to wait and see how long it’s going to be before I put petrol in it by mistake

OK so lunch turned into a longer than expected lunch because they are digging up Liverpool, but gosh how things happened.

because I was late getting back I missed the systems group meeting, not the end of the world, but it probably means I’ve missed the most entertaining meeting of the month, but what’s happened is nothing to do with that. The building is falling apart!

Now our building hasn’t got the greatest of health and safety records, what with the sticky firedoors, and spontaneous combustion of toasters, but after lunch all the fire doors had sunk to a new low (if fire doors can do such a thing) and had been adorned with the sticker you see to your right. Quite scary you would agree.

now it appears that the bloke we saw, using an upside down bin and a screwdriver on the doors earlier in the day was testing for asbestos in the fire doors (what it’s doing there I have no idea, stopping fires I suppose), and after he’d poked a hole and presumably found asbestos, he put some sticky tape over the hole to stop it leaking out.

So now, health and safety have found out about this (they didn’t know!) they’ve hit the roof, and stopped what ever was happening, in the mean time we don’t know if the building is safe (it probably is), or why we needed to poke holes in the doors to let the asbestos out?

and the other thing?
The water supply to the building has failed so all the boilers have had to be turned off to stop them over heating and catching fire, what with the holes in the fire doors, this probably isn’t a good idea at the moment.

It’s amazing how it all starts to flow after a couple of months. I’m starting to work on my embarrassing dad jokes, and week puns, but this week I have been concentrating on my misquoted sayings:

so far because I am still trying to avoid some of the things my mum and dad said, I’m adapting “there are children in Africa, who don’t even have…. (insert what you are complaining about) “, and I’ve spent most of the week saying “there are children in Asda!” as a statement of fact it’s hard to fault.

My second quote which just came out of the blue on the way home from he shops is “I wouldn’t trade that for all the sliced bread in Mexico”, Now I have no idea how much bread is in Mexico, sliced or otherwise, but I’m sure it would be worth trading for something, so it does make a point… Doesn’t it ?

Just as the train pulled into Lime Street, the tannoy sparked into life, “we are now approaching Liverpool Lime street…. Please take your lost property with you when you leave the train, as our lost property office is full”, I checked but I’m pretty sure I didn’t have any lost property with me, so I just did my bit and kept an eye on the other passengers in case on of them tried to leave their lost property. Sneaky people, commuters.

Our ‘Old’ Car

Anybody who tells you that cars don’t have feelings, is just burying there heads in the sands of modern science, our car which after three years of dutiful not quite breaking down, we are replacing with a huge monster of an estate, developed a puncture 5 days before it’s due to be returned.

now, as anybody knows you ’should’ replace the punctured tire with the spare and get it fixed, but just in case it was a slow puncture, we hobbled the car around to the garage (no the tire wasn’t flat) and pumped it up. That didn’t work, so Ruth hobbled it round to the garage yesterday, who promptly told us we had hobbled it around to much, and the tire was now shot, given we are now three days away from the return, they are getting a car back with the spare on. We will worry about the cost of this another day, at this point in time, we just want to give the car back.