Is there life after rock festival....

Number one daughter being 17 went off on her first proper adventure this weekend. Camping to a rock fest.

Not quite sure what happened but she said she had thoroughly enjoyed herself and came home full of excitement.

Her mother was quiet most of the weekend but Bethan got through the mud wet and wind OK.

Not entirely sure how much sleep she got but come 6pm last night she retired to bed, she has just emerged from her pit at 11 am.

Must have been a good weekend....

Oh to be young again...

calling all crims.....

Soo it' Friday night and you a good little crim are stuck for ideas about where to go and open a few shops, relieve the odd warehouse of it's stock, clear a car lot.

Let me give you a hot tip.

Get yourself down to the Dyfed Powys force area.

There can't be an officer on the beat anywhere, they are all like honey bees round the Blues Rock Festival.

The place is crawling with them.

I was supposed to be there, Gloria too that would have been a giggle< driving through all their roadblocks

Holiday fatigue.....

Ha - I thought it was easy....

Clean forgot that Bethan needs management so into town so she could miss the bus.

Drive her to maintown then hang round for an hour till it was time to drop P off for the train.

Filled that time with Booker and aldi then home just in time to collect Tallie and of course as I did that management got the call to go and collect Bethan from town. That just about meant we had time to shove tea down before it was time for Branwen to head off for work and to take the other kids to cinema....

PHEUUUUUUIIIIEEEEEE.


Holiday? Give me a day at work any time.....


R

we're all going on a summer - what?????

It has been a recurrent theme over the years, the notion that a foster carer has holidays.

It' a measure of their failure to understand let alone have a spec of empathy that some social worker is guaranteed to ask me how I am enjoying my holidays. This should not be taken to tar everyone with one brush, but it is a question that I know I will need to answer soon.

This morning, bright and early at 6.18 the radio crackled into life, I was in deep slumber listening to a voice informing me that BT needs radical restructuring. Surreal, managed to gulp a coffee and get tallie to work.

Back home and management had very sensibly stayed in bed.

Just delivered breakfast in bed and now grab a minute to write this.

The kids considerately, left me the washing up to do, the milk to put away and breakfast to clear, there are after all computers to be played on.

Soon I think I might escape and spend half an hour playing fire engines, washing up can wait.

Later of course Branwen goes to work, she will finish by 11pm.

Oh joy, Can't wait.

Holiday - BAH!!!!

R

Cats are great

Now don't get me wrong, I like da man da cat.

He needs to learn that having 3 legs he should know his place in the world, and that's not half way up a tree.

He might not live much longer though unless he also learns that it's not funny to attack my feet at 4 am.

I know he thinks it's fun but.....

R

crunched credit

A result of this here credit thingy is a huge economy drive on all fronts.

Camp sites locally are fair bursting as people try to cut back on their holiday costs and the streets of a local town were jammed with groccles and their happy brawling children last night.

Put the brake on managements and my plan to slip away for a couple of hours peace.

The weather takes grim revenge on those determined to have a fun time here in westest wales.

Our plans lurch on, next month we brave the channel to Brittany; even with sterling worth less than andrex it's still cheaper to be in the land of cheap food and of course wine.

Could be our last trip for a while, belts must tighten.

with P going and the ogre leaving the cottage it might be a bit tight for a little while, or till we sort the cottage out anyway.

R

samba van.....

Last weekend went off rather well, the trip down a bit lively something that checking the air in the van tyres did nothing to calm.

The kids have decided our caravan is called Samba, because it did the samba all the way from by here to by there...

Festival itself was a bit of an unusual one in that the mad panics and rushes simply did not happen and I spent rather a lot of time listening to bands.

Of course about tea time my nose was running and by midnight I was in bed, unlike the kids.

But home we came and the dancing (with me by now feeling slightly off colour) got even more lively. Tallie didn't recognize the name Samba, said that all the way there and back I had glanced in the mirror occasionally and said ********** so he assumed it was called *******.

I can't really get my head round this caravan thing. I have towed some serious trailers in my time and none of them act up like this pesky little van.

Mind you normally I drive a big truck and pulling things in a van that weighs 3 tons tends to damp out a lot of the trailer gyrations, never mind the samba the trailer can do the hokey cokey and you don't feel a thing!

Next weekend it's another fest and I am seriously thinking of taking my big 4 wheel trailer, loading the caravan on that and unloading it when I get there.

But anyway.

Today, the mistress of all we owe money on decreed, was shopping day.

Being a new man, I rushed to assist and helped her round bookers making sure she bought beer and wine.

Being a true new man I thought I would spare her the boredom of going off to the motor cycle shop, selflessly I took Taliesin myself to sort out his CBT. That's the training you now have to do before you can ride anything on the road.

I think he sorted it, I am very keen on encouraging his independence skills, so I went and looked at things like Ducatis and Triumphs so as not to cramp his style.

Even more of a new man, having picked her up at Aldi I dropped her at Tesco and spared her the boring ordeal of going to have the air con on the 806 re gassed. Air conditioning systems have to be filled with coolant gas to work, a looming time in Brittany might be easier in a car with aircon.

So, the prime up started and all was sort of ok, until the refill. Nothing wanted to work no power anywhere.

By this time she had finished at tesco, Tallie might have phoned to remind me.

A few times...

You might recall that the 806 has been radically reconfigured to eliminate electronics.

So of course trying to make the aircon work became complex.

Everything had power but nothing worked.

Lot's of looking bemused and the main man realized there is a relay that stops the aircon working if you deploy the loud pedal.

Switches it off to give you an extra couple of gg's

It does this in close consultation with it's little friend the engine management computer, the one we had surgically removed with a set of wire cutters.

Affronted by such an outrage it was having a sulk.

Removing the relay sorted it.

I hate electronics aye....

R