Today was MOT day for the truck I drove it down to the test station. I sat for a while, I smoked for a while, I listened to them running the engine onto it’s governor for a while( six times, that’s the law), had palpitations for a while, went to the loo and then thought beggar it. I’ll go to ASDA next door. Bought new bedding and a pair of trousers……………Think positive when stressed, though retail therapy is not my favourite escape it did the job this time.
For those interested the total cost was £100.00p for yesterdays service and £45.00p for the test.
The tester said never in the history of Christendom had he tested a truck in better condition or more ‘Sparkling Bright’…………..Slight exaggeration maybe……But we are on the road and legal for another year.
It’s grey overcast and ‘orrid here so will treat you to some archive pictures……………..From Whitby Museum.
This is a Hand of Glory…………In the sixteenth century they were prepared from the hand of a hung miscreant. Candles were prepared from his fat. The complete kit was then sold to his fellow malefactors who upon entering a property would place the hand on a window ledge stick in a candle between it’s fingers and light it. They believed that whilst the candle was lit it kept the house’s occupants asleep and them free from detection. Some hope!
This is a model of a French Man’O’War. it was made out of bone left over from the rations of prisoners taken during the Napoleonic wars. they built these to an extraordinary standard and then sold them to supplement their, presumably, subsistence diet.
I’ll leave you today with an image of a kindred spirit. No two people could be more different but we rubbed along.
A happy chappy was my brother Richard and generous to a fault.
Tomorrow we are off back to Derbyshire, my home, more exactly my youngest brothers home, for the weekend, enjoy yours, I will.