Apologies for the lack of a blog on Saturday but we were away at the weekend.
We went to the metropolis for a wet weekend in Guildford.
Our postie doesn’t know how lucky he is having a van to travel around in.
The poor postie in Guildford has a bicycle and I guess it wasn’t much fun on Saturday cycling in the rain.
The weather in Bampton was worse when we got back on Sunday evening and overnight we had a power cut. We can tell there is a power cut as the burglar alarm goes off and wakes up the majority of Brook Street. It is not a nice thing to happen at 2am as I have to get up and sort it out in conjunction with the alarm company.
The power loss also managed to zap our paystation in the shop in which we charge up electric keys – how ironic!
To cap it all one of the strip lights in the shop went on the blink and I haven’t got a spare at the moment.
I received this in an email this afternoon……
An elderly couple had dinner at another couple’s house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen.
The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, ‘Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly.’
The other man said, ‘What is the name of the restaurant?’
The first man thought and thought and finally said, ‘What’s the name of that flower you give to someone you love? You know, the one that’s red and has thorns.’
‘Do you mean a rose?’
‘Yes, that’s the one,’ replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, ‘Rose, what’s the name of that restaurant we went to last night?’