...thrust out my arm this morning to stop the bus; turned out to be the corporation dustcart. The cheeky sod driving it had the nerve to say, "Hop in the back, mate, we're going your way," followed by a rendition of the William Tell Overture (to the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dump).. Smart-arsed dustbin men, whatever next!
lol.
I was at the opticians this morning. My ordinary glasses don't need changing but they charged me £140 for a pair just to use at the computer. They seen me coming.
Went to our local recycling centre yesterday and asked one of the men "where does the cardboard go". Answer came straight back "off to Scotland mate". Cheeky bar-steward!
And they're coming to take me away ha haaa
They're coming to take me away ha haaa ho ho hee hee
To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men
In their clean white coats
And they're coming to take me away
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away ha haaa!
making tea yesterday and put t bag in mug,while waiting for the kettle to boil i decided to have a cuppa soup,when kettle boiled i put soup in a mug and stirred,wondered why i had a big clump of soup,yes you guessed it was my t bag,just lifted the t bag out and drank the soup,it was just ok.
i tried using my polite french to apologise but he really was so rude so i reverted to my kitchen learned french. i know what it means in english and it would make gordo ram blush. it shut him up long enough for me to get into the car and drive off - waving.
That reminds me of the French motorist who got into an altercation with another motorist. It ended up with the first guy telling the second one to "Fous le camp!" (Roughly translated, bugger off!) The second guy responded with, "Monsieur, you do not know me well enough to address me with the familiar form of the verb. Politeness demands that you tell me to "Foutez le camp!"