Sexist git.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I haven't written much lately. Lots going on and not much to write about, if that makes sense.

Next door.

I'm getting next door ready to live in. My tenant moved out last month ( she left her stuff in the back bedroom for a small fee) so I'm getting it ready for me to move into.
It's not a big job, some cleaning, some decor to be be done and a few little things like the boiler needs attention.

I don't know why people leave it till the day they move out to tell you the boiler is not working that well, she's been there a year. I does work but for some reason it does not heat the house as well as it should. I like a hot house, I want to be warm, very warm. 

I don't care about global warming, not a toss. I'll start worrying about it when the Government start to turn lights off in big Government buildings at night and when they stop putting in traffic calming ( which does not calm me in the slightest).

So that's why I haven't been writing much (and I'm lazy).

Decorating.

There this bloke ( have a look in the dictionary for that one), he used to work for me for 4 or 5 years. He was nearly regular, mostly because his dad worked for me as well and used to drag him out of bed. Anyway, I bumped into him last week. He does a bit of this and a bit of that and I knew he's quite a good decorator. We did a deal, he'll do a bit of painting for me, it saves me a bit of time and I can got on with the other things that need doing.

'Yes I'll be there at 8.30'
'I'm off to play golf at 9.10 sharp'
'I'll be there'
'Okay'

Monday, 9 o'clock, no Mark. 9.10, no Mark.
At 9.10 I left for golf and when I got there I sent a text to Mark. Full instructions on how to get in the house, what tools where there and what colours (colors, American).

At 11.58 I heard my phone bleep ( text in ). 
'Will be there tomorrow, not well, 8.30'

Today I went next door and put the heating on, I did not want him working in the cold. At 10.45 I had to leave I had jobs on from 11.00. He still was not there.

He did turn up, 11.25 he phoned me, where was the key? He had gone by 14.45, he had half done one room and would finish the rest off the next day.

I will of course have to do it myself. If you pay peanuts you get monkeys, it's really true. It's my own fault for trying to help someone who can't be helped.

Lady drivers.

I'm sorry but I know the statistic don't bare it out but women drivers can boil my piss.

Tonight I was walking from the bus stop to the pub, it's Malcolm's night.  As I walked over the square in Newcastle, there is a small street coming out of a hotel. A woman went passed me driving very slow, she was about 25ish. She was texting on her mobile, she got to the junction and finished off her text and then turned left out of Newcastle down a bus only lane.

I then walked up the stairs and onto an over pass, foot bridge. It get me over the motorway to the pub.
A car had come up the slip road and turned right onto the roundabout, she should have turned left and gone round the roundabout.
She came head on with a bus and a car, both blaring their horns. She was forced into the chevrons where she stalled.

At this point all the people on the walk over started to watch. A man in a big flash car put his twin flashers on (blocking one side of the slipway) and went over to her car which was stalled. She moved over and he turned the car around and took her around the roundabout and got out.

Nobody was hurt, no accident happened but...................

One strange thing.

My post on the 18 August 2012 gets a lot of hits, someone is looking at it twice, three and sometimes four times a day, every day.

Unfortunately the woman in the pictures has passed away. I'm sorry, I was in love with her as well.

Being a sexist git, I'm off to bed. Good night.