Once coming along the Military road at night from a aerial job in Fourstones very very slowly in a very very thick pea souper fog,cleared a bit and me mate put his foot down a tad only to have to slow down almost immediately,as he braked the ladders on top of the van slid slowly down across the bonnet and clattered onto the road in front of us.
"Didn't you fasten the ladders on" said I
"Didn't you fasten the ladders on" said he simultaneously
"Feckin good job it were foggy" we both opined.
Up early to catch the 7:30am ferry to Kirkwall. A bit of shopping, a haircut then 11:30am appointment at the dentist (routine checkup). Then with a friend to South Ronaldsay to try out the electronic organ in the kirk there; hopefully we're getting a similar model in the Stronsay kirk in the New Year. Back to Stronsay on the 4pm ferry the downside of which is that it brings all the kids back from school for the weekend
Morning. Distinct nip in the air this morning but I'm off next week so didn't bother with the coat which remains pristine on the hanger.
The U.S. election is held on Tuesday when I'll be off to Brighton with the trouble.
Everybody is saying what a spiffing job Obama is doing with the after effects of Sandy but I can't help feeling that a week of sitting in a noisy, smelly community hall and people may start to get a bit pissed off. They're talking about some electrical supply restoration in terms of weeks, not days. Political popularity is a fickle thing, as many politicians have found out before....
We must also note that the election will not be won in New York/NJ. Keep your eyes on Wisconsin and Ohio. Iowa and Nevada also come into it. Obama has got slight opinion poll leads in all of those four, so it's Obama to win win, possibly a little more comfortably than some imagine.
We stop nagging l@ser and there's an immediate cry for help!
That said, I stabbed myself with a fork the other day trying to remove a stubborn lid. Naturally I was putting all my effort into trying to remove the lid by levering it towards my body and the inevitable happened.
Watched a Pomgolian slice his thumb off one afternoon while having a few jars and shouting at the rugger on TV. We were all attacking the biltong and said Pomgolian attempted to have a go with an exceedingly sharp knife after watching the locals do the same. Despite warnings, he insisted he could do it and immediately made the mistake of slicing it with his thumb in the way. Before anyone could stop him, there was claret alles uber die platz and a bemused Lions fan was staring at a digit flopping about at the end of a traumatised mitt.
Missed most of the game having to drag him to the local witchdoctor to have it stitched back on.