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I was gone as fast as greased lightening today! A rare day with no overtime!@littleme Managed a few minutes for a natter, shame all the customers kept getting in the way!!
If you see sparks heading up the Stone Road just after 11, it's littleme racing away from work before anyone can ask her to stay.
She knows you know!Going through the old stafford remembered magazines
You need to be a certain vintage to get that reference !She knows you know!
I was gone as fast as greased lightening today! A rare day with no overtime!@littleme Managed a few minutes for a natter, shame all the customers kept getting in the way!!
If you see sparks heading up the Stone Road just after 11, it's littleme racing away from work before anyone can ask her to stay.
She knows you know!
I'm certainly that!You need to be a certain vintage to get that reference !
Poplar seeds - it's a blight in Moscow.
Bit like this bloke??... someone doing a fully correct 'slowing down and turning right' hand signal.
His intended right turn was just after a double bend and he might have been concerned that I might make an attempt to overtake as the straight opened up.
I was following not very closely, as I knew who it was and that he would very likely take that road to go home.
Despite his hand signals, his distinctive car, a 20-year-old metallic red Micra, which clearly warned people it might be him, had fully functional indicators, operating in conjunction with the hand signals. I presume that he just didn't trust me to know where he would be going.
He is a well-known local 'character' and 'religious enthusiast'. Entering into a conversation with him is not for the fainthearted.
Staffordshire Police placed in Special Measures
Not today, but this has reminded me.A man make (and eat) a peanut butter and MAYONNAISE sandwich.
WTF!
Not today, but this has reminded me.
On my last Lidl foray, they had men's work trousers on offer. A chap was dragged round shopping by his wife and was attempting to persuade her that he needed them. She gave in and let him pick a pair, but she was clearly not sure that they were 'right' for him.
That was amusing enough to watch on its own, but later on, I realised that they were parked across from me, as I was loading my unsupervised purchases into the car.
She made him change into the new trousers - in the middle of the car park - so that she could assess them properly, in service.
Luckily, she finally approved them, or I suspect he would have been sent back in to return them, in his underpants.