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I bought a new fly fishing line and prior to fitting it to the reel I unwound it carefully and laid it out on the floor of the conservatory, into the dining room and then back into the conservatory. All spread out neatly. I needed to inspect it and make sure it was not twisted. It is painstakingly, tedious work. Everything looked good so fixed it to the reel and started winding in. Oh! it's snagged on something? Tried winding in again and followed it into the dining room only to see the line disappearing into the kitchen? Still trying to wind it in I followed it into the kitchen. Then through

Ouch! DJ. Reading about your fall again I think it gets at least 9 out of 10 for artistic content . Maybe it was not Mrs DJ's fault our your imbalance at all- maybe you had just heard the by election result on the radio? Hope you are OK mate.

I wish Saab were still going. Ordered a Swedish product this week and the quality reminded me about the best car I have ever had. When the Yanks bought them it was the beginning of the end. The Saab engineers could not be browbeaten into design and manufacturing compromises to cut costs, so the US owners eventually gave up. I still have our cars serviced by ex Saab mechanics.

Just opened my Christmas present that Mrs PP bought for me without her knowing about it Anyway, I can't use it because she has made me put it back in the box so that she can wrap it up as a surprise on Christmas day. What was it? A fishing reel of course. Ordered from Sweden 5pm Monday and arriving today at 2pm! Them Swedish reindeer are fast movers! The quality of the reel is sublime - fishing jewellery.

Putting up Xmas lights. Especially having to untangle them no matter how carefully stored away last year. I did ours today to please Mrs PP, following a week of procrastination. I like to see lights on neighbours houses - wish they would come and fix mine!

Reminds me of a prank I played on the skilled man I was under when an apprentice at the ROF. 'Bob' always made his tea properly in a pot and his tea break was almost like a ceremony. Everything timed, stirred and poured to perfection in his favourite, pristine mug. Unfortunately I knocked it from the bench one day and smashed it. Ooower! Anyway I was able to glue it back together using condensed milk. He never noticed until the next tea 'ceremony'

I am a little less cynical although it is obviously one of the many reason why some take to political ambition or to the cloth. The same is often said about teachers. Many must start with good intentions of doing good but eventually have to tow the line. Obeying the whip when voting against some things that they totally oppose. Frustrated, having to kowtow to keep the job so that they can continue to fight another day for what they believe in. The 'good uns' are rarely in the limelight.

Yes Minister. - what a great TV prog and well worth watching again. Still bang up to date over 20 years later.

If my grandsons experience as an ambulance driver is anything to go by, the ambulance service are not at all happy with Peugeot.

I saw my GP yesterday. Got an appointment the day after Mrs PP phoned the surgery. His health has deteriorated since I last saw him so I gave him some advice! - I kid you not.

I used Hooley's to service my first Ford company car. The first being a Cortina Mk2 1300cc. A new model at the time, when the 'cross flow' engine was much touted. I covered the northern half of the UK as a technical rep in those days and drove the car flat out everywhere. Wore the engine out in 13 months ( about 30K miles and only a 12 months warranty) and limped into a garage in Blackpool where they found a used cylinder head and fitted it in a couple of hours. Took the mechanic out for a pint or two after 'to test the engine' My boss upgraded me to 1600cc Cortina's after that and traded th

I wonder if the Roper's that you refer to are related to Bruce Roper, who owned the off license on Peveril St., in the late 40's early 50's?

Tree looks naked.

Up a tree.

The magic has just returned!!!

I cleaned and Hammerited a dozen bits of ironmongery but alas no artistic spark has happened yet

I'm lucky enough to live in an ancient, magic, house. It may be haunted but even the ghost is a benevolent lady. However, the magic has vanished over the past week! The bed has stopped making itself. The pots don't load themselves into the dishwasher. My morning porridge does not make itself. The cats are starving. The fridge isn't refilling itself! All sorts of things seem to be going wrong and not righting themselves Luckily the magic is scheduled to return tomorrow, when Mrs PP gets back from Tenerife

And me

Interesting snippet on Breakfast TV this morning about the deaf contestant in Strictly come dancing. So, if he were a Nottingham person how would he use sign language to ask for a dance? How would he sign "Dance Duck"? Mind you he looks of Italian stock and as we know 'everyone' in Italy talks with their hands.

Nor would my kids, grandkids or Great grandkids! They could have all belonged to my best man, had he not ducked behind a column to dodge Mrs PP during the 'ladies excuse me'.

Always loved dancing. Still do and still fancy myself as a 'mover'. Pity no one else sees it that way My first experience with dancing was when at the Windley Jr school. We would be taken across Forest Rd to Acort St where there was a school annex and we would be taught country dancing. The Windley school then was separated with boys on the lower part and girls on the upper part. So our dancing class was all boys. It didn't seem odd then for the younger junior boys to partner in a country dance. Boys in the final years did woodwork instead - again at the Acort St annex. I bla

Lets hope she doesn't wake up and frighten everyone!

Heyup DaveD, Keep posting mate and tell us more about Morris Dancing. Is it correct that ladies can join in now? Phil - if you think Morris dancing is silly, what about the male ballet dancers leaping about like flying pawnbroker signs?

Had a great day today. Donned the lycra and went for a birthday ride, which is my custom. The vintage LOOK KG 281 with Campagnolo Record gears is still a delight to ride. This afternoon I attended the weekly meeting of the Coffin club at our local where we bragged at how well we felt and discussed the merits of heat pumps. It's been a full week. Last w/e we were taken on a tour of cider farms in Somerset by our Granddaughter. Yey! Proper cider! During to week we stayed in Bakewell for our 59th anniversary, On our way back we had lunch at Carsington, where I bought a bike for our Gt Grandd

Boris Johnson - oops, sorry, wrong thread