eggsarascal

This morning I went for a look-see, there are 7 coppers who work from this satellite office, I’ve only meet the lady who knocked my van yet the sergeant who opened the hatch greeted me with, good morning, you must be Simon, so much for being incognito! Anyway, he was sound, showed me where everything was and left me to it. On the way out I get chatting to two of them, one asks, where do you normally get a shower, to which I replied, in my van, he asked why I was using there’s then, quite obvious boss, if I use my shower I have to use my gas to heat the water, I have to find somewhere to replenish that water and somewhere to empty my grey water tank, much easier and cheaper to use yours, to which he replied, I like your logic. I’ll be back Friday morning to do my washing before I move on. Half jokingly and half seriously I said, I’d keep this to yourselves, he asked why, I said, you’ve a beautiful village, if people get wind that they can come here, get no hassle off the old bill and use your facilities for free you will be inundated with vans. Just about on my way when Dave, first name terms already!, says, this any good to you?, it’s a solar usb charger/power bank, yes please I’ll give that a go. What a brilliant piece of kit, why haven’t I had one of these before!?

Until a couple of weeks ago I hadn’t had a ‘welfare’ visit from the old bill for being parked at the side of road for 18 months/2 years, yesterday afternoon get a knock from a lady PCSO. Normal spiel, are you ok, why are you living in a camper, blah, blah fecking blah. Anyway this ‘copper’ threw me a right curve ball, Have you been in the Village Centre? Yes, most days to use the facilities and cafe. Did you know there are showers in there? No, there’s no shower in the gents. Yes there is. Really? Yes, but not the facilities the public use, if you want to use the shower or washing machine come down to the Police Office in the Centre and you are welcome to use our staff toilet, shower and washing machine, if we aren’t busy you’ll probably get a brew. She could of blown me over, never in all the years I’ve lived in vans have I ever heard anything like it. Perhaps my cynical side might have to change about welfare visits. Anyway, like buses, you wait a lifetime for one and two come at the same time.

It’s more where my palm meets my wrist it’s painful, the wrist is fair good.

Not good fella, thanks for asking though. I can’t sleep with the pain of it, the doctor prescribe me some other painkillers but they aren’t worth a wank, so I went to get a pot which does numb the pain but it’s so strong now, it wipes me out.

Firstly, thank you for your kind wishes, secondly this post only just appeared. It’s not stopped me driving but I haven’t seen moved much, I’m up in Shropshire, been in the same lay-by for best part of the week, Gavers came yesterday, just a welfare check!?

It’s a fair point, £80 for a MOT puts £500-£1000 on an old van, might not sound a lot, but 2 or three a month… naively I thought those days were over.

Years ago, when things were all paper and you got a producer if you got pulled I could buy MOT’s for £10-20, recently I’ve been buying and selling a few vans, taken one in today for a MOT, 45 quid if I want a proper MOT or £80 no questions asked. Wonder how many vans are out there with a full ticket on them that haven’t even been to the MOT station?

Yes, but when I’m trying to listen to the bells peeling bah bah black sheep and some little wench in a hi viz vest is out clapping the church bells it’s time for a vent! You

K’in right!, similar breed to cyclists

Do marshals/spectators have to clap every time a runner runs past? Surely those running know the people at the side of the road are in support/admiration of them without being clapped at? Go on a jolly to Shropshire to listen to my mate bell ringing, (leave it Bolam) and there’s an half marathon going through the village, I came for the sound of church bells, not bleeding teenage marshals with redraw palms!

Only over the counter stuff at the moment, don’t like taking them, they upset my guts. My mate had a hip replacement recently and he’s dropped some of his painkillers off along with half a morphine patch but I’m holding back until I see my quack in the morning.

It’s not good, back to the hozzy today, that plaster wasn’t cutting the mustard. They’ve cut the cast off and replaced it with a splint. appointment next week at another hospital at the trauma & orthopaedics clinic, I’m fairly good with pain but this is another level.

Tripped over last night leaving my mates house, wouldn’t mind but I hadn’t had a drink because I was driving back, five hours up the hospital, one wrist in plaster and a cracking black eye from face planting my self.

… smashed up face, going free if anyone is interested.

Keep it sunshine.