national trust bollards are green. they are the special forces of the bollard world. experts in stealth and undercover operations.
they also have funny round bits on their heads making them look like chess prawns. i know it should be ‘pawn’ but ‘prawn’ always sounded better.
i love the detail in this sign:
the great british picnic usually takes place in a car park. you’ll also need to take an umbrella. the umbrella WILL be needed to protect you from either the wind, rain or sun.
today it was a sun repellent.
our friend tony is trying really hard to be middle class. so much so that he bought himself a picnic hamper. here are the wine goblets with associated rosey red apples.
later tony slept on the floor next to the picnic and his car:
meanwhile the girls blew bubbles:
and then sat in the boot of the car:
now, i had a bit of a rant about he british post office system yesterday.
i was therefore delighted to spot this in the front garden of the post office in sherfield on loddon – it’s a crocodile, half a dog and a load of plastic ducks:
it’s no wonder red bollards are so prevalent. look how these ones have climbed on top of each other to overpower this little green chap.
the same happened with grey and red squirrels you know.
one minute there was just bread then there were giant baked potatoes. a mystery caught on camera.
here are Ed & Nicci selling Bibles. not your typical door to door Bible salesmen. you know, the ones that come round at 1am waking you up with their washboards and flugelhorns throwing flour and demanding you buy a Bible.
no, not such tactics for them. they chose to stand in a field with a wonky sign and a box of Bibles. very popular they were too (ed, nicci and the Bibles)
but if you think about it. if i told you i had a book which was actually written by your actual God, then chances are you’d be interested in reading it too. and so you should be.
it was the end of holiday club BBQ this evening. alfresco music was fun.
i liked these BBQ signs which people ignored by standing a long way away from. it was a proper barby queue. sorry,
the word is chimney, but some people say ‘chimley’ which sounds much nicer. perhaps we should start a campaign to get it changed ?
(photo by jane)
i was lucky enough to be able to spend half an hour in a post office today. i’ve written about my love of post offices before but each experience makes me want to write more.
i came prepared for this visit with some chocolate and an ice cool drink and happily chatted with my queue-neighbour for the 20 minutes it took to reach the cashier desks. i suspect the hot and airlessness is a ploy to kill a few customers off before they get served so the queues are shorter.
i was amazed to see this display for BT Broadband Internet. BT and the Post Office used to be the same nationalised company a few decades ago so it was nice they are working together in this way. Unfortunately their advert says “hurry, offer ends 2th June 2004” so it was over a month out of date which was most appropriate for the post office.
when i eventually got to a cashier the man told me off for arriving at his window too soon. “i didn’t press my button” he said. “well press it now” I said.
he looked me in the eyes, paused, then pressed his button. we were off !
there’s more to this story, but this isn’t a text blog so i’ll end it there.
