Post Office

On a recent visit to sunny Woolwich I scooted through the new Post Office at the back of Smiths. Nice big queue! Reminded me of an occasion when I was waiting in the old PO, staring vacantly at the pony-tailed head of the woman in front of me. Something caught my eye. At first, I just though she had mega dandruff. Then I saw some of it move. The hairs on the back of my head rose up in shock. Lice? Nice...

More good neighbours

While I was away my motorbike blew over in the storms. Thankfully, my next door neighbour picked it up and kept the bits that got broken - he had to enlist the help of another guy from across the road 'cos it's a bit of a bruiser. What else can I say but thanks peeps!

Bin a while

Nowt posted recently due to being on holiday. The title of this post isn't meant to be a reference at the current furore over the new collection service in Greenwich. But while we're here, it makes me smile how much vitriol has been sprayed over the interweb about this. And how little understanding about what, I think, is a pretty simple scheme (I'm too bored by it now to go into the reasons why). If people got this wound up about things that REALLY mattered we'd have had a revolution in this country ages ago. Sigh....