Nott'mForest 5 (that's five) v Derby Sheep******** 2

Don't know if anyone has noticed back how quite its gone across the interweb since Forest stuffed Derby 5-2 at the City Ground on Wednesday night, not heard from a sheep sha**er for ages.

Here's one for all the locals and if you arn't local or don't know the roads between the 2 cities it will be lost on you, but anyway, I can't resist it.
What is the quickest way from Nottingham to Derby, down the the A5-2, get it, oh, oh, oh.

Happy New Year

You just can't get the staff............

Now when I was a postman, many moons ago, we took pride in our work to ensure the mail got to its rightful destination.

Earlier this year, I bought some Christmas cards which were on offer at my local Costco in Derby. I love Costco. if you haven't shopped there, you should give it a go.
Anyway, I bought a box quantity of cards to send out to Portugal, journey by road 1600 miles through France, Spain & Portugal on the back of a truck.
Then 2 weeks ago, I went back to the UK for a quick visit before Christmas to see family, friends and take back the Christmas cards, now written expressing Christmas greetings for those not fortunate like me to live in the sun(mostly, anyway), RyanAir route 1200 miles.
I posted the cards in the UK and being a proper postal user, put the senders address on the back of the envelope.However, one week later three of the said cards arrived back in my post box in Portugal, as the the blind postie didn't realize the side with the stamp on, is the side that you send the bloody mail to, third trip 1400 miles via Lisbon and eventually the Algarve.

Next week my friend Glynis is going back to the UK for Christmas and she has kindly agreed to take the travelling Christmas cards to the UK for another go, this time by easyJet, say 1400 miles plus all the to'in and fro'in in the UK.
Given the fact that the bloody cards probably came from China in the first place, the carbon emissions for these Christmas cards must be through the roof, I only hope my Auntie Sylvia appreciates it when her card finally arrives, priceless.

Recycling pays off

I have just taken the weekly recycling to the local centre and I have found some "booty" at the side of the bins left by the previous caller. Not wishing to waste anything, I have brought it home to make good use of it. Now that's what I call recycling.
I can't tell you what it is in case you want it back.

Looks like I am becoming more and more Portuguese everyday.

Trip to the UK, not a good idea.

I have been in the UK for the past few days at the very time when everywhere is under a cover of snow. If it's not snow then it's the biggest frost that I have ever seen, with temperatures at minus 14 degs. in Loughborough, I sure know when to visit my family.

For those of you not best blessed geographically, Loughborough is in the Midlands, strangely in the middle of the country, which for a southerner is just below Scotland.

Today I have driven from Loughborough, where the temperature was -14degs, 125 miles south to Andover in Hampshire, where the thermometer was reading a blistering +2 degs, I even thought about stopping at Boots to get some sun screen. No wonder you "s u v v e n e r s" are a bunch of softies.

Anne's big birthday

My good friend and everybodies Nanny, Anne Woodworth, had a big birthday celebration this week and she has asked me not to mention that she was 70 on November 27th, so I'm not going to.

On Saturday evening we enjoyed some ear splitting music from a local band when Anne was joined by her 3 daughters and numerous grandchildren who flew over for the occassion from the UK. Husband Bob's amily also flew over from Liverpool, sorry, "The Wirrall", they get upset if you say they are from Liverpool. There was so many of them here, Liverpool must have been empty.

Either way, they are obviously all from the better end of town, as my car still had tyres and was not on bricks when I went out to collect it after the party.

Happy Birthday Nanny Annie.

Kama Sutra

Just been reading the Kama Sutra about sexual positions, especially like the one called the "plumbers position", apparently you are in all day but nobody comes.