Another pointless thread

Neither. Bears use their paws!

On account of the great news on the Vulcanic front Oggy, the pie could go back into the freezer (you hadn't de-frosted it had you?)

Indeed so, but would they use them to hold a spoon or a fork?

---and I have to watch her three times in a week at the end of August. Hard life.

Final washup -

This morning I got a call from Barclaycard saying that they had agreed to the purchase, but asking me to confirm the last three transactions. That seems fair enough to me.

I still have not heard squeak from barclays the Bankers as to why they refused the original transaction.

I have been waiting for a package and I was beginning to wonder when Mrs Next Door arrived clutching a parcel.

There inside, small but very perfectly formed was the 35Macro LTD.

Time to go and play...

Just got back from a disastrous day out with my father, I took him to Fountains Abbey and he decided that at 85 he should go clambering up walls, camera in hand and then fell off. So after the help of a volunteer guide & two great first aiders, he was patched up and we were pointed in the direction of the small injuries clinic at Ripon. I then managed to crack one of my rear light assemblies by reversing into a tree, tree 1 Graham 0. So two hours later we have finally made it home, I have a big bottle of wine cooling in the fridge and the new Sherlock Holmes DVD to veg in front of.

Graham

is father ok?

Stop moaning Graham, I'm sure your Dad had many an incident with you falling off walls in the past.

He's just getting his own back

And the camera too I hope

Sorry forgot the salient point my Dad has proved he can bounce and is OK. He has has also discovered that Yorkshire stone is solid.

Graham

Yep, I have fallen out of trees, off garages, down mountains (Only once) off horses (many times).

I keep telling people, horses have no brakes and a mind of their own. They should be banned by the HSE.

My last one had breaks, right in front of a barbed wire fence.

Yup - I came to that conclusion too, so I gave up horses and took up motorcycles instead.

I sold my Tiger Cub, as soon as I fell of it, in favour of four wheels. Now I'm told there would be a divorce if I bought a motorcycle. I'm keeping that one for future reference.

I was blackmailed by my employee at the time to take a car test at The age of 31. The bikes were around long before Mrs Oggy so she knows not to push the issue. She is not happy on the back and suffers from claustrophobia in her crash helmet, but when she found me looking at a single seat Ducati 916, she was not happy.