Civvy, your fire engineering is entirely flawed. When I leave home to go to the corner shop, that shop IS in fact the chippie. (Dave's fish and chips of heath end farnham, I can recommend them.) So how can I leave my chip pan on? He wraps them up in pages of some book about bonding. My daughters and I have done a lot of that since my divorce. (My son had already bonded as he works for me but we are not equipotential, cos I am the boss so we cant be equi, and his potential will be measured by his performance in the IFE grads this week.)
I am just back from Mr and Mrs Patel's corner shop. I bought 10 lottery tickets, one for my girlfriend, one for my son, one for each of my two daughters and 8 for me. I thought that was fair, because I am 13 times more important than them. I rang each of them to find out what numbers they wanted. They all gave me some, apart from the middle girl, who could not be bothered to think of any-numbers hurt her head- and asked for a lucky dip. Anyhow, I bought a jar of peanut butter for her and me, and we are just tucking into it. Getting the spoon through it is like wading through treacle, so it reminded me that I must see what drivel is being posted on Firenet, and, of course, I wasnt disappointed. I have known Mr and Mrs P since the kids were young, and I love them to bits. Mrs Patel helped me by choosing some numbers for me. She gave my gf a lovely recipe for a ruby murray once, and it was one of the best I have ever had.
Anyhow, how is your life going. I know all aboutthe heating up of surroundings you describe.. Most mornings, my daughter comes in to use the bathroom in my bedroom, especially if her bf is using the main bathroom, and she always says "Dad, you have got this room like an oven" but-hey the cats like it. They are Burmese, so are used to heat. If you tell me how to insert images I can show you a pic of them.
There is a radial path from my house to my good friend Nigel , who lives in the same private lane. He had a chimney fire once, and I heroically led the fire brigade up the lane. He didnt stay put in his bath for long when his wife told him the chimney was on fire I can tell you.
I am sure I was sane and that the voices in my head have always been telling me the right things to do, but I think I have read so much of the recent postings that I have cracked, lost it. There is a care home at the end of our road, but a CSky report on it said that when the inspectors came on a night shift not enough staff spoke good enough english to answer their questions, but hey, in my state, it wont matter , as I wont know if they are talking sense or not. I may need to win the lottery to afford the bill so I hope the voices told me the right numbers or that they passed them onto Mrs Patel.
While I wait for them to come with a van and collect me, I am going to use the electro magnetic resonance transporter to beam me to the study to write another section of the new flats guide (this section on risk assessment). I may be some time. Dont wait up for me.
