Mundane News

[tyred]

Now that my car is fixed, I don't actually have anywhere to go!

 

[tyred]

I think it is time I went to bed😴

 

[classic33]

My car is fixed at long last.

What were wrong?

 

[DCLane]

Now that my car is fixed, I don't actually have anywhere to go!

But you can annoy your Corsa-owning neighbour by driving round in circles

 

[tyred]

But you can annoy your Corsa-owning neighbour by driving round in circles

Yes, I must remove the exhaust so it makes more noise.

 

[classic33]

I think it is time I went to bed😴

No waiting on the bus to the Land Of Nod now the car is working.

 

[tyred]

No waiting on the bus to the Land Of Nod now the car is working.

It won't go up the stairs so I'll just have to walk.

 

[tyred]

What were wrong?

Slight wear in the timing chain meant it was ever so slightly off the timing which was why it was constantly throwing up errors about cam and crank sensors.

 

[Reynard]

The Book of Faces keeps suggesting to me I that should "like" Damon Hill.

Hell will freeze over first, I think... (No, not that town in Norway.)

 

[classic33]

It won't go up the stairs so I'll just have to walk.

Have you tried fitting tracks to it.

 

[deptfordmarmoset]

You need to look more closely at the trees!

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I just bumped into this and thought of your post.

 

[classic33]

I just bumped into this and thought of your post.
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How'd you manage not to see the tree.

 

[Gwylan]

Thoroughly indifferent sort of day.
Preparing for bed I discovered I had my underpants on back to front!

Did this contribute to my indisposition?

Sleep, knits up the ravelled sleeve of care....that'll fix things.


Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

 

[Reynard]

Thoroughly indifferent sort of day.
Preparing for bed I discovered I had my underpants on back to front!

Did this contribute to my indisposition?

Sleep, knits up the ravelled sleeve of care....that'll fix things.


Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Macbeth doth murder sleep, therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more!

 

[classic33]

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