I enjoy going out for a drive at this time of year... the bright sun in a blue sky really brings out the various shades of green, yellow, brown...
... and red. Lots of red. With a hint of orange and a flash of kingfisher blue.
I enjoy going out for a drive at this time of year... the bright sun in a blue sky really brings out the various shades of green, yellow, brown...
... and red. Lots of red. With a hint of orange and a flash of kingfisher blue.
German cars have a reputation for being well-engineered, reliable and reassuringly expensive.
Sadly, many drivers of German cars have a wholly-different reputation:

I consider myself to have been justifiably chastised, and I've been "encouraged" to start making amends. I'll probably go for the month-per-post approach, with post titles taking up where the titles following the previous long hiatus of late 2015 left off. The next post should cover the previously-uncovered bits of October 2019. I'll try to keep the medical side short and sweet, but to be fair there's not much else with which to pad it out...
but I bet I could find some shite like this if I was to trawl through my photos:

This Wednesday's crop. Harsh invective was dispensed.
This one has no idea how big his arse is, and no idea that it's hanging out:

"You cannot pass!"
Ford Focus fitted with Rear Parking Senseless:

Not the smartest of ideas on refuse-collection day, I know how cavalier the bin-lorry drivers can be.
There's only just enough room for a wheelie-bin. Ella's ersatz café racer won't go through.
I had words about it last week, this week they've been disregarded.
The house that the driver is visiting has a driveway but no cars parked on it or in front of it... they're all in front of our place. Go figure.

