I don't have much time for the displaying of national flags for any reason, but I went to have my hair cut today and noticed as soon as I sat in front of the mirror, that I was wearing a pale blue sweater with a yellow t-shirt visible through its v-neck. I recalled thinking when I was getting dressed that this was a sloppy combination of colours but that it didn't matter much because I'd be at home all day except for the hair appointment. Was it only chance that they happened to be the colours of the Ukrainian flag? or was something in my subconscious at work?
A funny thing happened on the way to the Forum
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Originally posted by RichardB View PostI don't have much time for the displaying of national flags for any reason, but I went to have my hair cut today and noticed as soon as I sat in front of the mirror, that I was wearing a pale blue sweater with a yellow t-shirt visible through its v-neck. I recalled thinking when I was getting dressed that this was a sloppy combination of colours but that it didn't matter much because I'd be at home all day except for the hair appointment. Was it only chance that they happened to be the colours of the Ukrainian flag? or was something in my subconscious at work?
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Originally posted by RichardB View Postthis was a sloppy combination of coloursIt isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by RichardB View PostI don't have much time for the displaying of national flags for any reason, but I went to have my hair cut today and noticed as soon as I sat in front of the mirror, that I was wearing a pale blue sweater with a yellow t-shirt visible through its v-neck. I recalled thinking when I was getting dressed that this was a sloppy combination of colours but that it didn't matter much because I'd be at home all day except for the hair appointment. Was it only chance that they happened to be the colours of the Ukrainian flag? or was something in my subconscious at work?
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Originally posted by french frank View PostWaddya mean - sloppy combination of colours? You remind me that I shall be sleeping tonight in my bedroom with carefully coordinated pale yellow walls and just the right shade of blue curtains.
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Originally posted by RichardB View PostWell, I have an Art Deco chandelier in my bedroom but I wouldn't wear it as a fashion accessory..."I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone. The whole theory of modern education is radically unsound. Fortunately in England, at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever. If it did, it would prove a serious danger to the upper classes, and probably lead to acts of violence in Grosvenor Square."
Lady Bracknell The importance of Being Earnest
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After receiving my second anti-Covid booster jab this morning, I went into the branch of Iceland, which is just a few doors along the street from the pharmacy, and bought a few food items. At the checkout, the indicator showed £5.40 to be paid. I handed her a tenner. "That's £4.60", she said. "I have a fiver on me as it happens", I said; "No, its £4.60 change", she said. "Nice try though", laughed the man behind me in the queue!
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Earlier on, I was alerted to sounds like someone was trying to get into my next-door neighbour. Two of her co-tenants were endeavouring to extract part of what remained of a yale key stuck in the lock, with help from an upstairs neighbour. A locksmith was called, and tried for half an hour to remove the broken key, without success. I then discovered that a window on the rear side of the block had been left open, and offered to try and get into the flat, but it turned out that my step ladder was too short to reach: the window ledge being a good four feet above me, with an intervening railing too difficult for me at the age of 76 to grab onto to haul myself up. I was on the point of fetching the longer ladder belonging to a neighbour living across the street when I heard shouts of "No need! No need!" One of the two young women, Spanish, had managed to jump up from the top of my step ladder, and gain access! "That was very risky", I told her friend, "How did she do it?" "Oh she just jump" she said, "She is - how you say? - acrobat"!
Unfortunately the story does not end happily there. The locksmith knocked on my door to tell me that they were refusing to pay the £150 call out charge, and that he was now going to tell "a friend". "Why we pay when he do nothing?" say the women. I tell them that £150 is probably usual for a call-out, especially on a bank holiday. I have visions of heavies coming and banging on their door with menaces. Anyway, literally as I write, the two lassies have just returned from a long shop around bearing new lock with keys and tools at the ready for them to do their own replacement job.
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Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View PostEarlier on, I was alerted to sounds like someone was trying to get into my next-door neighbour. Two of her co-tenants were endeavouring to extract part of what remained of a yale key stuck in the lock, with help from an upstairs neighbour. A locksmith was called, and tried for half an hour to remove the broken key, without success. I then discovered that a window on the rear side of the block had been left open, and offered to try and get into the flat, but it turned out that my step ladder was too short to reach: the window ledge being a good four feet above me, with an intervening railing too difficult for me at the age of 76 to grab onto to haul myself up. I was on the point of fetching the longer ladder belonging to a neighbour living across the street when I heard shouts of "No need! No need!" One of the two young women, Spanish, had managed to jump up from the top of my step ladder, and gain access! "That was very risky", I told her friend, "How did she do it?" "Oh she just jump" she said, "She is - how you say? - acrobat"!
Unfortunately the story does not end happily there. The locksmith knocked on my door to tell me that they were refusing to pay the £150 call out charge, and that he was now going to tell "a friend". "Why we pay when he do nothing?" say the women. I tell them that £150 is probably usual for a call-out, especially on a bank holiday. I have visions of heavies coming and banging on their door with menaces. Anyway, literally as I write, the two lassies have just returned from a long shop around bearing new lock with keys and tools at the ready for them to do their own replacement job.
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On the way back from Sainsburys earlier, and in something of a hurry, I found my usual way home blocked by a police road closure. "Oh dear", I said to two ladies, both of whom happened to be black, "Either I'm going to have to chance it with the police or the ice cream I have in my bag won't be ice cream by the time I reach home". "Oh, you just carry on", one of them replied, "you'll be all white!"
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