Saturday, 25 January 2014

Don't Travel With Me

Although it has been a sad time as I have been to a family funeral, I am delighted that I managed to go by train to the south of London. This meant changing trains and of course the underground. I was very confident as a very kind person on the train had looked up the root I would have to take. A piece of cake it was so simple, from Kings Cross the main line station all I had to do was find the underground, I could do that. Find the Victoria line, again no problem. Get on the train going south, well who could get that wrong? And get out at Vauxhall for the main line south.
The trouble was I hadn’t banked on the Victoria line being flooded and somehow this ended up with quick drying cement in it. Honest I am not making it up, some of the electricity wires were covered in cement. Mind you I only found this out later on the television news.
The thing is I managed and Parky didn’t interfere, how good is that? It has given me quite a boost I went to London and back by myself YIPPY. I had spent quite a while traveling all over the place on the underground as I was directed and redirected without  hardly a whisper from Parky.
The funeral went off extremely well as funerals go. It seems that funerals are the place to see old friends and in this case make new ones. I stayed with a nebour who I had never met before and was made so welcome aren’t there some lovely people about.
Talking about lovely people, three of my daughter’s friends who had obviously been primed by her also played their part in making the day easier for me. Thank you girls it was really good to see you and didn’t I warn you that you would be BLOGGED.

On my journey home the train was delayed as the police had to get on and I think they removed someone so if you want a stress free outing it would be best if you travelled at a different time to me.

Monday, 13 January 2014

Flat Pack Conundrum

I decided it was time that I updated my working area in my office. How come that by sorting one room out I end up making a mess of the rest of the place?
I sent for a flat pack desk, I really enjoy getting stuck into one. I have even volunteered to help other people so that I can get my hands on any kind of flat pack.
This one turned out to be a bit of a nightmare, I followed the instructions (not bad for me) but it wasn't fitting together as it should, I hadn't started cursing but I was very very close.
If you have ever taken on one of those flat packs you will know what I’m on about if not it may seem I am talking nuts.
There are these locking type connecting metal things for joining pieces together. Usually they are in a bag so that you can put them in the holes provided, but it seems someone decided that it would be a good idea to insert them at the same time as the hole was made. That was a very fine idea what they failed to realize some of the bits they were removing remained in the locking piece making it impossible to put the connecting bolt in.
This I found out after a lot of joining and taking apart so then I turned the place upside down looking for something to remove the pieces.
What would have taken me a couple of hours took me a couple of days.

I am sat at it now; the draws are full so is the cupboard so fingers crossed it stays together, maybe it’s a way of telling me to give up flat packs NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.