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  1. 11 points
    Not just you Bof, I've been shopping in Aldi's a lot lately, prices are good and their fruit and veg good value but what really, really gets me is when you're standing in a queue that seems a mile long at checkout number one and someone announces over the tannoy that they are opening till number five (no disrespects to older people) but the very same one's I've been dodging and trying to get past for the last half an hour and who are now standing behind me in the queue, move like there's no tomorrow and would put Usain Bolt to shame Grace
  2. 7 points
    I’ll have the steak well done please........
  3. 5 points
    You have to laugh at the above, sadly most of it is true. It is so must better to laugh rather than shake your fist in anger or cry at the injustice of it all. Regards Alan
  4. 5 points
    http://www.broadsnationalpike.com/2017/10/flying-flag.html
  5. 4 points
    Thanks to Marina on Friday I am doing the tour of Lords,can't wait.For many years I have been a great fan of the game.I still.have not got to a match,perhaps next year.Now for the rules two teams decide with the toss of a coin who goes in.the team that lost go out,they try to get the team that is in out.When they do they go in and the team that was in try to get the team that was out,but now in out.Then they do it all again.Of course because we invented it we stop for lunch and tea. I am sure Iain would approve Ian
  6. 4 points
    I must have a tattoo on my forehead that only women can see that says "If you can't have a pop/moan at your husband/partner, please feel free to have a pop at me". This must start to flash when I sigh, sometimes I admit loudly, after waiting in the queue behind her as she chats to the checkout person, slowly packs her bags, chats to the checkout person, rearranges her bags, chats to the checkout person, remembers her purse is in the bottom of one of the bags, empties said bag, chats to the checkout person, dithers over which card to use, chats to the checkout person, uses the wrong pin, chats to the checkout person, remembers her pin, places purse in bag, says goodbye to the checkout person, starts to move then stops to retrieve her car keys from another bag. At this point, I sigh (again and possibly louder than before) and am rewarded with a stare that would melt concrete at 50 yards, a sniff and a "well really!" as she storms off. Is it just me? Tin hat on!
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    I agree wholeheartedly! I need to get a HiViz jacket or t-shirt with, on the back, "Please do not queue behind me as I will be in the wrong queue!". And another thing, Who else, when in a supermarket queue, lets someone in before them as they 'only have a few things in a basket', only to watch their friend/husband/wife/partner / ? (anyone I've missed?) join them with a full trolly load as they say "you don't mind do you, we're together"? I do mind, but I'm too British to make a fuss. Just me then?
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  10. 3 points
    Norwich Councils anti car / pro bicycle fixation. Close many roads, reduce others to 20, now let cyclists use the pedestrian precincts. Mousehold heath - reduce the road width to create a big cycle lane, and the cyclists still use the road but it's now too narrow to pass them safely if there's anything coming the other way ( which there normally is ! ) There's shops and services in the City I've been using for 30 years, and I'm now so fed up fighting my way in I no longer use them. If they can't accept that Norwich is a rural hub, where from many outlying areas the only option is to drive ( sorry I forget, from Barton I have one bus a week on Thu mid morning ) then they need to wake up. OK there is the park and ride, and I have used this overpriced service ( per person not per car ) on occasion, but normally I need to be in and out and don't have the time or inclination to faff around. That's it - need a coffee now..... !!
  11. 3 points
    That's a shame. I don't go in very often but have found the beer very variable when I do. Although its a busy pub the emphasis always seems to be on meals and beer turnover seems quite low in comparison. I've always suspected they might use polypins could be wrong of course!! Just on the general point of price - wine is always a killer. Even up here in 'ey up' land some pubs near me charge eye watering amounts for wine. But I've said it many times, I'd rather sit in a pub with a pint of quality ale than sit in my kitchen with a six pack of John Smiths. I'm afraid I'll give up drinking before I drink at home.
  12. 2 points
    Marina, Don't send the letters back but don't destroy them either. The whole thing sounds a bit like a scam. My suspicions are aroused by the letters being meant for someone vulnerable. (poor old chap who can't drive and a child)
  13. 2 points
    http://www.edp24.co.uk/news/environment/broads-national-park-flag-draws-criticism-but-it-is-selling-well-1-5240906 It is abundantly clear that the Broads is not, in legal terms, a national park. A national treasure, yes, with its industrial and agricultural past and unique heritage. Dr Packman should concentrate on the Broads for what it is, not what it isn't. He has yet to grasp the ethos and character of the Broads. Conservation is of prime importance on the Broads, conserving the Broads for what they are, The Broads. Not Lakes, not the BNP, The Broads.
  14. 2 points
    The Buck has had a chequered history, and was a Bullards pub in the 50s. I remember the beer being delivered by their dray, with two white Shire horses and the wooden beer barrels all stacked behind the bar. The landlord was Wally Moore, followed by Ted and Daphne Rutter who went on to have the Coach and Horses on Rosary Corner. Then Jack and Connie followed by Connie on her own when Jack died. The best all of course, was Patsy Dashwood. In her day, people were parking in the Rushcutters car park and walking along to the Buck to have lunch! I reckon I can say I was a regular as my first visit was when I was about four, and was left to play in the little snug at the end while parents were in the main bar. I managed to fall off the table I had climbed on to and ended up with my head in the coal fire. I still bear the scars! Since Patsy there have been various management teams but they have all been unable to show the profits expected of them by the grabbing landlord. I am told that efforts are being made to find a suitable purchaser, so we will have to hope for the best.
  15. 2 points
    Of course, part of the problem at Womack is you were emailing the wrong people!!! Try the people who are supposed to collect rubbish and that is North Norfolk District Council!!! The Parish Council has been working hard on this as have others like Horning, and I am pleased to say Womack bins have been restored. Not sure of the exact details but somehow the situation is the PC have leased the bin storage and now the NNDC will collect! Cannot see the difference but that I believe is the case now - until the next round of cuts I guess!
  16. 2 points
    Yes that is right Vaughan, I will get a proper thread going today, it's been on my 'to do ' list for a fortnight!
  17. 2 points
    If only we could export things on a "no returns, no refunds" basis................
  18. 2 points
    Not much of a recommendation. We also exported the Spice Girls, Piers Morgan and Rover Cars!
  19. 2 points
    With the first one Marina, chances are it's a kid been caught without a ticket and they have picked a random address to give to Transport Coppers or ticket inspector along with a fake name. Look to neighbours with the same postcode with kids. I thought I was the victim of identity theft when I started getting tons of loan applications, two summons for non-payment of council tax and a parking fine. After quite a bit of digging, I discovered my local council were the culprits. You may notice that recently your local council has been asking on several occasions for you to confirm your entry on the electoral register. Having done so once in 2017 I didn't respond to the next two requests. The councils, in these unstable times, have been 'massaging' the electoral registers for profit. In my case they had assumed that as I had not replied I no longer lived at the address and had somehow managed to mix my entry with that of my Dad, who had passed away, as all of his correspondence and bills came to my address. I was having bills for the new occupant of Dad's flat forwarded to me, for me to pay. I was left in the ridiculous position of standing in the council offices with my birth certificate, passport, driving license, qualifications and any other document with my name on it trying to convince some half-wit I was not dead. The conversation did include the phrase 'perhaps if I smacked you round the head a few times it may convince you I am indeed alive'. All sorted now, although I might look like a corpse.
  20. 2 points
    Thursday 28th September Thursday morning dawned and I was up at about 06:00. I lit the gas under the kettle, climbed the two steps into the saloon, opened a curtain to peer into the gloom and try to see what the weather was doing. It was raining – no sunrise photos again. Debbie soon emerged from the aft cabin and rummaged in the drawer to find the dogs collars and leads and much to my amazement, Iain materialised from the fore cabin in time to help her. Waterproofs on, they soon departed and left me with my morning cuppa. I had said that I would prepare a ‘full english’ breakfast that morning, so went for a shower. By the time I emerged, showered and dressed, the others were back, Rachel and Harry were up and the saloon curtains were open, so I set about cooking breakfast. I don’t often get the chance to have a cooked breakfast, but usually manage one or two when we’re on The Broads. The galley on Grande Girl is okay, but a little cramped, so preparation was not easy but bacon, black pudding and sausages (from the butchers in Ludham), baked beans, fried eggs, grilled tomatoes and mushrooms made it all worthwhile. A veritable morning calorific feast and certainly not one that WeightWatchers would approve of, but it was very good, even if I do say so myself. We had to run the engine for a while to generate hot water for washing up, but it was well past 08:00 and there weren’t many neighbours left to disturb anyway. Washing up done, we cast off and headed up the Ant. The others went to get ready and by the time we chugged into Stalham, everyone had showered and dressed. I headed for what was Monfleet for water, only to find that it had returned to being run by Simpsons, not that it mattered to me. We moored and topped up with water, but as the public staithe was full and we wanted to go to Tescos for the last of our shopping, I checked with the boatyard and was allowed to moor there for a short while, having first moved Grande Girl from near the pump-out point. Rachel set up the Harry’s buggy and with him safely installed, we quickly headed off to the shops. It had, by now, stopped raining and we hadn’t taken waterproofs or umbrellas, a failure that we would all regret on the way back when the heavens opened for what the wife described as ‘a clearing up shower.’ All somewhat dampened, we returned to the boat, put the shopping away and readied ourselves to cast off. As it turned out, the wife’s statement proved correct, thankfully it was the last shower that day. We turned Grande Girl round and set off, with no real plan or destination in mind, but when we reached the junction where we could turn left for Barton Broad or right to head for Wayford, I turned right. In all the years I’ve been on the Broads, I can’t remember ever going as far as Wayford Bridge, never mind Dilham. We passed the once picturesque Hunsett Mill and I wondered what had got into the planners’ minds when they had granted permission to turn the cottage into the abomination it is now. We carried on up to Wayford and it is really quite a pretty stretch of river, however the clearance at Wayford was insufficient to get under and the public moorings were full, so we turned around and headed back the way we had come. We crossed Barton Broad and headed for Gays Staithe, where I planned to moor for lunch, not that I (nor any of us for that matter) was particularly hungry, still quite full from our breakfast. As it turned out, Gays Staithe was full, as was Neatishead. I wondered what was going on! Last night How Hill had been quiet, but today everywhere appeared to be relatively busy. Debbie made up some rolls for lunch, using the last of the roast pork from the previous night and rolls we’d bought in Tescos and we ate them whilst chugging back across Barton Broad. We’d been lucky enough to moor at Irstead a couple of years ago where Iain and Rachel had bought a decorated flower pot from a stand outside a house at the junction of the green at Irstead and the road (near the church). Unfortunately, they had managed to break it and were anxious to moor there again so they could get another. The moorings looked full as we approached, but there was just room to get the stern of the boat near enough to the quay to allow them to get off, buy a new pot and get back on, but as I manoeuvred Grande Girl into position, the owner of the private boat moored there said that he was just leaving, so as he started his engines and cast off, so we pulled the boat into position and moored up securely. The dogs were grateful for some freedom and scampered around on the green, Iain and Rachel selected and paid for their pot and Debbie and I chose another to go with the one we still have. By now, the weather had improved and it was quite sunny, with some broken cloud, but a welcome change from the rain from the morning. I took my camera and headed for the church – really quaint and unusual, with its thatched roof. I spent a few minutes taking pictures and another couple of minutes in silent thought, the memory not only of my dad still quite fresh in my mind, but also the effect on my mum, who at the age of 85 and bereaved after 63 years of marriage is still struggling to come to terms with her loss. Iain and Rachel joined me a few minutes later and I returned to the boat to prepare dinner. Beef casserole was on the menu, so I cubed and browned some braising steak in a cast iron casserole dish that we had taken with us, added carrots, mushrooms onions, red wine and I hate to admit it, a packet of casserole mix, before putting it in the oven on a low heat. Debbie kept Harry amused in the sunshine, until the others returned. I was tempted to stay there for the night, but wanted to go back to How Hill and see if there would be a sunset and the photographic opportunities that it would bring, so we cast off and headed back along the river. It wasn’t long before we arrived there and it was soon obvious that there were considerably more boats moored than the previous night. My preferred spot, just past the bend and opposite the mill, was already occupied, so we settled for a mooring along the straight. I feared that we might be disturbed by the usual Richardson’s Rush, but my fears were ill founded, not many other craft passed at all – it wasn’t until Friday morning that it happened, as we found out the following day. Rachel, Debbie, Harry and the dogs went to the field in front of the house, whilst Iain and I headed for the nature trail. I expected not to see wildlife there that I couldn’t see on the rivers and wasn’t disappointed, however for the first time in all of the visits I’ve made there, the secret garden was open. Although the azaleas and rhododendrons has long since flowered, it was a colourful autumnal scene with many of the shrubs turning vivid shades of red and orange. We spent a few minutes looking round and Iain was particularly impressed by the size of the leaves of the gunnera, which looks like huge rhubarb. We returned to the boat, by which time it had cooled sufficiently to warrant raising the roof and we watched tv for a while until the sun began to set. I went out with my camera and suffered disappointment for the third consecutive night when the sunset was less than spectacular again. Oh well, better luck next year!! I returned to the others and we had our casserole, with some broccoli and the odd alcoholic beverage. With the washing up done, we settled down for another couple of games of crib, until I could neither concentrate, nor keep my eyes open. Hot chocolate and bed. All too soon another week was almost at an end - Friday was to be our last full day on the Broads for another year and I fell asleep wondering where the time had gone.
  21. 2 points
    this evening the fitting of the prop shaft support started, I didnt want to fix it solidly into the skeg end, as I wanted to be able to remove this, so I devised a method that would allow the bracket to sit in a slot in the skeg, the solid lump will be soldered into the skeg.
  22. 2 points
    It makes me wonder than in years to come on the Broads, the bar will be your local Tesco/Asda and the sit down and enjoy your drink will be your boat. For me visiting a broads pub for a good ale and meal makes up a good percentage of my holiday and adds to the enjoyment of my vacation. Too many pubs are closing due to financial issues and people on the Broads are scrambling for moorings on the ones that manage to keep business.
  23. 2 points
    I’m spending a lot more time driving than I’m used to or like these days (I used to do a lot years ago but don’t now) so my pet hates are ... Drivers who cut in at the front of queues rather than waiting for their turn like everyone else. There are certain makes of car that seem to do this more than others but I’m way too new here to get drawn into that. Lorries that overtake each other when they have a 0.1 mph speed advantage. Why can’t the one being passed slow down a little or better yet the overtaker live with a 0.1 mph speed reduction? Cars that you pass and speed away from catching you up in traffic and tailgating you as though you’re holding them up. That’ll do for now [emoji57] Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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