Putting off procrastination…

Blogging (and visiting other blogs) may be erratic between now and Christmas- I have a set of accounts to prepare for the small charity I’m treasurer of and I am also studying for a Cisco certification with support from work.

This doesn’t mean that I won’t be writing- just that I won’t be doing it for the sake of it in order to achieve the daily update.

Karen missed talk like a pirate day earlier in the month but today she is wearing an eyepatch after a (very) minor op. My trip to work (via the health centre) was further delayed after finding my car handling was a bit dodgy in the damp. I discovered that my tyre pressures were low and that one of my tyres was bald enough to need a Bobby Charlton. I’ve now got very grimy hands (despite having washed them several times). I’d hate to be a mechanic…

I’ll spare Karen’s blushes by not putting up the photo, but it is stashed away in my booty chest.


The Badcred and Bungley*

David has his savings in the Bradford & Bingley. Every cheque he has ever had for a birthday present has been deposited in his Kid’s savers account. (One day, he will ask us why he can’t spend it…)

There was a lot of speculation in the Press last week about whether they were going to go bust. The people of Morley, though, didn’t panic, the queues were short and inside the Branch.

This is probably why- David is well under this limit (about 99% under!)

Meanwhile, the Market retailers protect themselves against mass unemployment. This basically says- We are not the library! Are you going to look at it or buy it?

(*Title credit Guido Fawkes)

Dog Beer. Beer. but for dogs…

We saw some of this in Pets at home today.

It turns out it isn’t really beer as such, in fact not beer at all, something more akin to Marmite.

From dictionary.com:-

1. an alcoholic beverage made by brewing and fermentation from cereals, usually malted barley, and flavored with hops and the like for a slightly bitter taste.
2. any of various beverages, whether alcoholic or not, made from roots, molasses or sugar, yeast, etc.: root beer; ginger beer.
3. an individual serving of beer; a glass, can, or bottle of beer: We’ll have three beers.

I can’t see any pooches complaining to the trading standards people though.

When I was searching for it online, I turned up this-

Spelling FAILS

It is quite common to see minor mis-spells on public hand-written signage in shops, sometimes referred to as greengrocers apostrophe’s.  (I picked up on a very odd one last year). Yesterday, Wilsons the pie shop had a chalk board outside with a major bit of apostrophe avoidance:-



5 FOR £1

(David got the last five, by the way).

Another shop (a hairdresser) used to have STYLE IS EVERYTHING signwritten on the window. However, it spelt the proprietor’s Surname differently on the glass compared to on the frontage above. I noticed the glass is writing free now, perhaps it got broken and was never replaced, or the spelling police called round.

Now it doesn’t take a Degree in English (or even a GCSE) to run a shop, although it jars to my eyes as a reader. I’d be a bit wary of a place that made banners and posters with this example in the window though…

(Now before someone points out that my posts are frequently riddled with errors, they are typos from my poor typing skills and cognitive dissonance prevents me seeing them when if I proof read straight afterwards. They stand out like a beacon the next day though and I keep thinking I must review, correct and update all my old blogposts. Then I see how many there are and I procrastinate!) 

Scarecrow Festival

Shopping in Morley today, our eye was caught by this sign in Queen Street

So we ventured the short walk up Wesley Street to the Methodist Church. The scale of it exceeded our expectations and I went back later with my new camera as the Kodak went faulty part way round.

It was a simple idea- making scarecrows representing the various people and groups associated with the church & its activities. Using foam stuffed plain cushion covers for the heads and white rubber gloves for the hands with a bit of straw stuck in for tradition, I counted over forty figures.

Although not really a scarecrow, I liked the simplicity of this one best-