Today I'm happy about......

thebish · **Posted:** Sat May 26, 2012 1:55 pm

they don't - I pictured you on a restored old 'un!

like this restored M33 (500cc)

a snip at just over £4000

TANGODANCER · **Posted:** Sat May 26, 2012 2:09 pm

Okay, since we're only pipe dreaming anyway, this 500 twin Thunderbolt would do very nicely. Vintage 60's.

thebish · **Posted:** Sat May 26, 2012 2:42 pm

TANGODANCER wrote:

Okay, since we're only pipe dreaming anyway, this 500 twin Thunderbolt would do very nicely. Vintage 60's.

I could live with that... bet it would never start in the winter though!! :wink:

CrazyHorse · **Posted:** Sat May 26, 2012 3:57 pm

That's if you managed to start it without the kickback breaking your leg and avoided slipping on the huge oil slick underneath the thing.

CrazyHorse · **Posted:** Sat May 26, 2012 3:58 pm

I do like a nice go on an old timer though.
I've gone twos-up on a Sunny day with my Dad on a rough old bike loads of times.

Annoyed Grunt · **Posted:** Sat May 26, 2012 4:51 pm

CrazyHorse wrote:

I do like a nice go on an old timer though.
I've gone twos-up on a Sunny day with my Dad on a rough old bike loads of times.

Bruce Rioja · **Posted:** Sat May 26, 2012 5:02 pm

CrazyHorse wrote:

I do like a nice go on an old timer though.
I've gone twos-up on a Sunny day with my Dad on a rough old bike loads of times.

The first time I had a ride was in a field, but I fell off and scratched my helmet on a thistle.

TANGODANCER · **Posted:** Sun May 27, 2012 4:41 pm

Done a good week's work in the garden. Twenty foot conifer cut down, sawn up and dispensed with. Waited three days for some waste management firm to turn up and price the job ("depends how big and heavy it is, you see") then told them not to bother. Did all the donkey work myself, cleared the lot and mowed and trimmed the lawns. All tidy again, and it's tea in the fresh again tonight, so pretty happy.

thebish · **Posted:** Sun May 27, 2012 6:14 pm

TANGODANCER wrote:

and it's tea in the fresh again tonight, so pretty happy.

Dujon · **Posted:** Mon May 28, 2012 2:07 am

The magpies (or currawongs - I always get them mixed up) are back in my area and are carolling away like there's no tomorrow. The sun is shining, the wind we have had over the last week or so has dropped to a breeze and, whilst the temperature outside is a wee bit cool - well, it is autumn coming on winter - all is peaceful at Maison Dujon.

Bruce Rioja · **Posted:** Tue May 29, 2012 1:03 pm

Today I'm happy because my favourite colleague, Wanda - the multi-lingual airhead, has returned to work full time, wigless and all, after her six month battle with breast cancer. Can't remember the last time I was so delighted to see someone.

Worthy4England · **Posted:** Tue May 29, 2012 2:01 pm

After six months tucked away in Solicitors offices (humourless bastards), it finally looks like we'll be signing the Contract I've been working on for 16 months this Friday.

I may be a bit pissed.

Always hopeful · **Posted:** Tue May 29, 2012 5:14 pm

Dujon wrote:

The magpies (or currawongs - I always get them mixed up) are back in my area and are carolling away like there's no tomorrow. The sun is shining, the wind we have had over the last week or so has dropped to a breeze and, whilst the temperature outside is a wee bit cool - well, it is autumn coming on winter - all is peaceful at Maison Dujon.

"O Little Town of Bethlehem!" is my favorite.

Harry Genshaw · **Posted:** Tue May 29, 2012 9:57 pm

My mum God bless her, though long since retired works in a charity shop once a week selling clothes and bric a brac. Last week they got in a nice, nearly new, Gap jacket. Putting it on the rack for £4.95 they discovered the owner had left their mobile phone in one of the pockets. This is quite common apparently but after a few attempts at ringing the contacts they had been unable to reunite the phone with its owner.

End of the day, a lady who had been working in the shop from head office doing some promotion work, comes over and says "Has anyone seen my jacket? I left it on the chair over there"

She got her phone back but her new coat had been sold almost as soon as they hung it out :lol:

TANGODANCER · **Posted:** Tue May 29, 2012 10:19 pm

Harry Genshaw wrote:

My mum God bless her, though long since retired works in a charity shop once a week selling clothes and bric a brac. Last week they got in a nice, nearly new, Gap jacket. Putting it on the rack for £4.95 they discovered the owner had left their mobile phone in one of the pockets. This is quite common apparently but after a few attempts at ringing the contacts they had been unable to reunite the phone with its owner.

End of the day, a lady who had been working in the shop from head office doing some promotion work, comes over and says "Has anyone seen my jacket? I left it on the chair over there"

She got her phone back but her new coat had been sold almost as soon as they hung it out :lol:

So, in the morning she had a Gap in her wardrobe, and now she has a gap in her wardrobe? :wink:

thebish · **Posted:** Thu May 31, 2012 3:41 pm

(warning - bit of a blubby dad moment)

today I am immensely proud of my daughter (my youngest child) who finished school today, and reflected on what it has meant to her...

Bish's awesome daughter wrote:

As I walked down the road home for the final time (apart from my exam days but I'm choosing to ignore them for now) the people behind me were shouting, screaming and whooping about finally going off time table. When they all turned off to go to the park, everything suddenly turned quieter, lonelier, all together more melancholy. It finally began to sink in that this was it. Five years of amazing friendships, laughter and tears, joy and sorrow, pain and jubilation, it is all coming to a close. I wouldn't want to do it all again, I want to continue my life but a part of me is scared by moving out into the unknown while part of me is incredibly excited.

At the end of school, me and my friends would wait for each other over by the side every day. Today it stood empty. I realised that others, people who never knew me, people who may not even be alive yet, might wait in that same place and not know or care that I was ever there. It struck me how strange it is that a place that was yours for so many years can belong to others without you even knowing. The place where we would sit for lunch in the hall, the spot on the field we would claim in the sunshine, every single classroom I have been in, places that have made up such a big part of my life so far, I have had very little impact on them. My part in their history will be small.

I understand that many try to escape for their own insignificance to the universe, and usually I do to. But today I think I can feel a part of how small my effect on the world is right now, and it makes me both sad and amazed. Every single organism has its own life. Every single object has been made by someone else. I don't know where the chair I am sitting in came from, I don't know who made it, I don't know who sat on this in the past- I can only know my past and who I am. I can only know my friends and my things and I can only live my life.

There are many things I will miss, not just about leaving school but leaving my home too, and I know there will be things in the future that will give me joy just as going to Gaynes and meeting wonderful people. I will miss being there. I will miss living here. I will miss the people here that I love. Maybe in time I will even miss this feeling, joy and sadness rolled into one, making a strange feeling of compression in my chest.

I wish everyone else who has now left the best of luck and I hope you get everything you deserve.

{sniff}

bwfcdan94 · **Posted:** Thu May 31, 2012 3:45 pm

thebish wrote:

(warning - bit of a blubby dad moment)

today I am immensely proud of my daughter (my youngest child) who finished school today, and reflected on what it has meant to her...

Bish's awesome daughter wrote:

As I walked down the road home for the final time (apart from my exam days but I'm choosing to ignore them for now) the people behind me were shouting, screaming and whooping about finally going off time table. When they all turned off to go to the park, everything suddenly turned quieter, lonelier, all together more melancholy. It finally began to sink in that this was it. Five years of amazing friendships, laughter and tears, joy and sorrow, pain and jubilation, it is all coming to a close. I wouldn't want to do it all again, I want to continue my life but a part of me is scared by moving out into the unknown while part of me is incredibly excited.

At the end of school, me and my friends would wait for each other over by the side every day. Today it stood empty. I realised that others, people who never knew me, people who may not even be alive yet, might wait in that same place and not know or care that I was ever there. It struck me how strange it is that a place that was yours for so many years can belong to others without you even knowing. The place where we would sit for lunch in the hall, the spot on the field we would claim in the sunshine, every single classroom I have been in, places that have made up such a big part of my life so far, I have had very little impact on them. My part in their history will be small.

your daughter must be clever to answer the question of "how was your day at school" like that

I understand that many try to escape for their own insignificance to the universe, and usually I do to. But today I think I can feel a part of how small my effect on the world is right now, and it makes me both sad and amazed. Every single organism has its own life. Every single object has been made by someone else. I don't know where the chair I am sitting in came from, I don't know who made it, I don't know who sat on this in the past- I can only know my past and who I am. I can only know my friends and my things and I can only live my life.

There are many things I will miss, not just about leaving school but leaving my home too, and I know there will be things in the future that will give me joy just as going to Gaynes and meeting wonderful people. I will miss being there. I will miss living here. I will miss the people here that I love. Maybe in time I will even miss this feeling, joy and sadness rolled into one, making a strange feeling of compression in my chest.

I wish everyone else who has now left the best of luck and I hope you get everything you deserve.

{sniff}

BWFC_Insane · **Posted:** Thu May 31, 2012 3:56 pm

thebish wrote:

(warning - bit of a blubby dad moment)

today I am immensely proud of my daughter (my youngest child) who finished school today, and reflected on what it has meant to her...

Bish's awesome daughter wrote:

As I walked down the road home for the final time (apart from my exam days but I'm choosing to ignore them for now) the people behind me were shouting, screaming and whooping about finally going off time table. When they all turned off to go to the park, everything suddenly turned quieter, lonelier, all together more melancholy. It finally began to sink in that this was it. Five years of amazing friendships, laughter and tears, joy and sorrow, pain and jubilation, it is all coming to a close. I wouldn't want to do it all again, I want to continue my life but a part of me is scared by moving out into the unknown while part of me is incredibly excited.

At the end of school, me and my friends would wait for each other over by the side every day. Today it stood empty. I realised that others, people who never knew me, people who may not even be alive yet, might wait in that same place and not know or care that I was ever there. It struck me how strange it is that a place that was yours for so many years can belong to others without you even knowing. The place where we would sit for lunch in the hall, the spot on the field we would claim in the sunshine, every single classroom I have been in, places that have made up such a big part of my life so far, I have had very little impact on them. My part in their history will be small.

I understand that many try to escape for their own insignificance to the universe, and usually I do to. But today I think I can feel a part of how small my effect on the world is right now, and it makes me both sad and amazed. Every single organism has its own life. Every single object has been made by someone else. I don't know where the chair I am sitting in came from, I don't know who made it, I don't know who sat on this in the past- I can only know my past and who I am. I can only know my friends and my things and I can only live my life.

There are many things I will miss, not just about leaving school but leaving my home too, and I know there will be things in the future that will give me joy just as going to Gaynes and meeting wonderful people. I will miss being there. I will miss living here. I will miss the people here that I love. Maybe in time I will even miss this feeling, joy and sadness rolled into one, making a strange feeling of compression in my chest.

I wish everyone else who has now left the best of luck and I hope you get everything you deserve.

{sniff}

Good stuff that Bish. And she'll have that same feeling many times through life. Nothing is quite as acute though as the feeling when you're leaving school or 6th form, leaving what had up until then been a cocoon that you didn't even really realise existed.

Its a bizarre moment where you're excited for whats to come and yet utterly terrified, whilst being incredibly sad for what you're leaving behind.

Probably don't tell her this, though from reading that she clearly knows it, nothing will ever quite be the same again....

jimbo · **Posted:** Thu May 31, 2012 4:12 pm

I remember the day I left 6th form. I was in pieces! Had been at the same school from 4 to 18, so pretty much my whole life revolved around the place. Same friends, same uniform, same faces every day. All of a sudden losing that was a big thing. Obviously it didn't last long. I had a place at uni to go to, and a life to carry on with.

Anyway, 5 years later - tomorrow is my last ever day on placement in a hospital. Aside from a couple of meetings next week uni is officially over, and I've got all the same feelings again!

Bruce Rioja · **Posted:** Thu May 31, 2012 4:13 pm

BWFC_Insane wrote:

Nothing is quite as acute though as the feeling when you're leaving school or 6th form, leaving what had up until then been a cocoon that you didn't even really realise existed.

I remember stopping on the school driveway. I turned around, looked at the school and said out loud "Thank feck for that".

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