First Aid Point
Track of the day Get Away - Georgie Fame.
There was a frost this morning. The outside temperature was 1.4 C°. I scraped the ice off the windscreen and set off into the early morning traffic jam known as the school-run. Nothing but 4X4s with a driver's head and the top of a child's head showing. I had to drive past 5 schools to get to where I was going and the traffic was endless. At one point I realised that I had only passed two teenagers walking the pavement. Either the schools round here have a serious truancy problem or all the kids are being ferried to school in the family status symbol. Nothing stirred in mile after mile of backed up Mercs, BMWs and LandRovers. No wonder the kids are unfit.
The postman was still wearing his shorts yesterday. Today he was anticipating icy blasts and had put on a thick balaclava helmet with just a narrow gap to see through - either that or he's changed his sex and religion.
He brought a memory chip to fit in Mrs B's laptop. Fearless, I ripped out the battery, the keyboard and the flimsy little memory chip cover and stuck the postman's offering into the exposed clip, screwed the screws back in, stuck the battery in and switched on.
Everything worked - another miracle!
Whether it's working better than it was before is open to discussion but logic suggests it must be.
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There was a frost this morning. The outside temperature was 1.4 C°. I scraped the ice off the windscreen and set off into the early morning traffic jam known as the school-run. Nothing but 4X4s with a driver's head and the top of a child's head showing. I had to drive past 5 schools to get to where I was going and the traffic was endless. At one point I realised that I had only passed two teenagers walking the pavement. Either the schools round here have a serious truancy problem or all the kids are being ferried to school in the family status symbol. Nothing stirred in mile after mile of backed up Mercs, BMWs and LandRovers. No wonder the kids are unfit.
The postman was still wearing his shorts yesterday. Today he was anticipating icy blasts and had put on a thick balaclava helmet with just a narrow gap to see through - either that or he's changed his sex and religion.
He brought a memory chip to fit in Mrs B's laptop. Fearless, I ripped out the battery, the keyboard and the flimsy little memory chip cover and stuck the postman's offering into the exposed clip, screwed the screws back in, stuck the battery in and switched on.
Everything worked - another miracle!
Whether it's working better than it was before is open to discussion but logic suggests it must be.
Hospital visiting
Tonight I visited a lady in the local 'pay as you go' Nuffield hospital. Just behind the 'welcome' desk was a sign that read 'First Aid Point'. It's reassuring to know that when the surgeon messes up, there's help at hand..Nerve Engine Gig Photo Gallery
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