I suppose we can't blame the Train, which makes a change

The alarm went off at 7 am, then brekky showers and ready by nine to catch the train at 9.24 am. Ten mins drive to train took 17 minutes including parking and being delayed by a Council bulldozer and the wife saying her customary goodbyes. Oh well we had six minutes to spare until the train arrives.
Not as such. That's right, the train pulled into the station at 9.18 am, just as we locked the car, we then made it to within 20 metres of the train but the train left us stranded on the platform. the ticket guy then told us the time tables had been changed. B---ocks, we will drive there.
Finding the map book is not easy especially when my son tidies up our car, the book is ten years old, and after about 15 Min's I had gained recall of the route to be travelled. we back tracked to the nearest gas station and after topping up waited five Min's for a gossipping lady to move her car parked in front of us.
We had 140 Klms to travel, 102 freeway the rest Sydney suburbia.
I estimated we would get to the club where we would meet our friends, about the same time as their arrival, we were supposed to meet them on the train, they being picked up at stations various, all ten of them.
However, there were a few glitches due to the age of the Sydney road directory, and I wouldn't be surprised if a speeding fine turns up soon but my other guess was Absolutely 100% correct, we arrived at the entrance of the club after parking within seconds of the train travelers.. The meeting went well, no punch ups, mind you we are beyond that sort of stuff now we are Octo blokes.
Our return journey around 3.30pm was stressful. Our confrontation with a One way street needed backtracking and eventually, so I thought we were on the right road - don't you believe it. Major cock up - had to travel 15 klms before I could turn back and we were in rush hour traffic. After a few finger pointing's both given and returned I successfully navigated our trusty Ford Falcon home to its roost.
Rosemary is shopping with her trolley today on shanks pony, as Rosemary passed the car she tapped it saying "You have a rest today darling, he must have really frightened you yesterday".


Anonymous said…
They are forever changing train schedules here as well. Very frustrating waving goodbye to one you should have been travelling on. I think they are allergic to carrying actual passengers. Sorry about the frustrating drive, but hope you had a good 'ole time once you got there. The poor car aye! Lol!
Anonymous said…
The Frogs
~ Author Unknown ~

A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them
fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit
was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The
two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit
with all their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop,
that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took
heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down
and died.

The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again,
the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He
jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the
other frogs said, "Did you not hear us?" The frog explained to
them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the
entire time.

This story teaches two lessons:

1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging
word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it
through the day.

2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes
to kill them.

Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your
path. The power of words... it is sometimes difficult to understand
that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak
words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in
difficult times. Special is the individual who will take the time
to encourage another.

Another contribution by IMS
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Anonymous said…
Today's Poem

My child, the Duck-billed Platypus
A sad example sets for us:
From him we learn how Indecision
Of character provokes Derision.
This vacillating Thing, you see,
Could not decide which he would be,
Fish, Flesh or Fowl, and chose all three.
The scientists were sorely vexed
To classify him; so perplexed
Their brains, that they, with Rage at bay,
Called him a horrid name one day,--
A name that baffles, frights and shocks us,
Ornithorhynchus Paradoxus.

~ Oliver Herford
Jimmy said…
have no fear, no shame

I once wrote I dont fear GOD
it is true

I love Jesus as a friend
a friend is one u can joke with
talk without thinking

He wont strike u down with lightning

if u say things u shudnt have said
Dont fear God

God has no ego
u cant hurt God

u can only hurt the Church
and so called Christians
Jimmy said…
a picture speaks a thousand words
and is easier to read

post pics Vest
of trains
of games

and game girls
Jimmy said…
K is my oldest friend
I dont mean she is old

she tot me to blog
and to flirt

I had practice sessions with K
she tot I was 28

Keshi said…
Vesty ur scared of all of that? ;-)

btw Im bak already :) not gonna be as regular but Im bak alright!

C A.USA. said…
Mr Vest. I have driven in rush hour Sydney traffic which is a damm nightmare. Congrats on your survival. You certainly have your wits about you, and you are eighty plus?
Yes I am a regular caller. I don't always post a comment.
Vest said…
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Andrew B. imms unwired. said…
Why Men Don't Write Advice Columns

Dear Walter: I hope you can help me here. The other day, I
set off for work in my Volvo 1800 leaving my husband in the
house watching the TV as usual. I hadn't gone more than a
mile down the road when my engine conked out and the car
shuddered to a halt. I walked back home to get my husband's
help. When I got home I couldn't believe my eyes. He was in
our bedroom with the woman from next door.
I am 32, my husband is 34, and we have been married for
twelve years.

When I confronted him, he broke down and admitted that they
had been having an affair for the past six months. I told him
'It has to stop' or I would leave him.

He was fired his job six months ago and he says he has
been feeling increasingly depressed and worthless. I love him
very much, but ever since I gave him the ultimatum he has
become increasingly distant. He won't go to counseling and
I'm afraid I can't get through to him anymore.

Can you please help?

Sincerely, Sheila

Dear Sheila: An 1800 stalling after being driven a short
distance can be caused by a variety of faults with the engine.
Start by checking that there is no debris in the fuel line.
If it is clear, check the vacuum lines and hoses on the in-
take manifold and also check all grounding wires. If none of
these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel
pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the
carburetor float chamber.

I hope this helps.

george & muriel said…
Hi vest, Thanks for your messages ,you finally got through !! Quite an eventful drive home.We are both ok thanks hope all is well at your place .Cheers ,George and Muriel
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C A. USA. said…
Rosemary who I shall assume is your wife must be a real sweet Charming English Rose, an absolute darling.

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