Thornton Bizzle Whostle

Work’s been interesting this week. Things are starting to change. The winds of change are filling my sail and seem to be pushing my ship in the right direction. Seems quite like that in a few areas at the moment. A general positive feeling.

Big thoughts and love going out to Eirene’s dad who’s having a stay at Dublin hospital. Even bigger thoughts to the nurses who are charged with looking after him.
So this weekend – had a gathering on Friday. Lovely small group of smashing people gathered for Tinana’s birthday. Fire bin in the heavy mist / fine rain. We were discussing that there are so many types of precipitation. I elected myself as head of meteorology at DragonDrop (for the time being) and classified the atmospherics as such. Somebody was on about a truck driver who defined 273 types of rain. I’d like to know more about that if anyone knows (please comment) and more importantly where I can get hold of said list. The party was enhanced by the rare appearance of a recent Stalwart – paintMonkey. Not only him, but by special delivery from that London Vapour Trail.
Saturday -pottered about, went geocaching (near Collingham) to a geocache exclusively for toy 4×4’s called Jeep Jail. Who’d of thought there’d be a bunch of toy cars in a Tupperware box under a tree.
Saturday night – chilled, read, wanted to go to a party but didn’t in the end. Spent quite a bunch of time on the Ground Speak forum (the folks what own geocaching.com). I remember from my forum days the patterns, the people, the eejots, the ego surfers… mixed amongst them some nice intelligent sparky people…
Today – pottered about then went to pick Felix up from Thornthwaite (which we call Thornton Bizzle Whostle since the legendary Jamie and Helen’s engagement party a few years back held up there) . He’d been on a cub camp. Decided to bag a quick Geocache nearby. Had Vapour Trail with us. Shoe error. Flip flop / sandal ensembles, trekking through boggy lowlands. OOps. Found it anyway. Came home, had an ace fish pie that Eirene made before driving to Leeds to give VT a lift to the station. There. That’s brought me bang up to date.

4 Responses

  1. Anonymous
    Anonymous 16 September, 2008 at 8:29 am |

    The truck driver you refer to is….

    “And as he drove on, the rainclouds dragged down the sky after him, for, though he did not know it, Rob McKeena was a Rain God. All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him, and to water him.”
    Douglas Adams – So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

    Rev_Dino

  2. Anonymous
    Anonymous 16 September, 2008 at 8:30 am |

    “And as he drove on, the rainclouds dragged down the sky after him, for, though he did not know it, Rob McKeena was a Rain God. All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him, and to water him.”
    Douglas Adams – So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

  3. Rev_Dino
    Rev_Dino 16 September, 2008 at 8:33 am |

    The Trucker you mention….

    “And as he drove on, the rainclouds dragged down the sky after him, for, though he did not know it, Rob McKeena was a Rain God. All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him, and to water him.”
    Douglas Adams – So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

  4. Rev_Dino
    Rev_Dino 16 September, 2008 at 8:34 am |

    “And as he drove on, the rainclouds dragged down the sky after him, for, though he did not know it, Rob McKeena was a Rain God. All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him, and to water him.”
    Douglas Adams – So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

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