For the record, I am prepared to accept that individuals believe themselves to be in the wrong body. To deny otherwise would be to deny plain fact.
Excusez moi j’ai raté le rouge. Je suis bonne et toi You can win one of their coveted pointless trophies Tramore please log in to view this image
Big bikes so loud you cannot hear yourself speak, let alone anyone else, and the usually small, brainless organ doners who ride them.
Nope had letter from council They believe it’s part of modern motoring and decision making on your vehicle ownership They have a vision that our borough wants electric cars only yet they have made no plans yet to tackle diesels or vans On revenue streaming the answer I got was the income covers the new scheme in total but no clue as to the profits they make There are no plans to install electric charging points for electric cars On the legal question the answer I got was the new policy is inline with with an article raised by a environmental committee meeting held in 2016. The issue is believed to be legal because its inline with their one world policy Families with four cars are being reduced to three They also said that my view that they are a bunch of idiot ****s who couldn’t cut it in the real business world was not well received **** them
Have I mentioned British ****ing Gas? Now on day three of no hot water or central heating, and as you may have noticed it’s quite parky out (but warmer than actually in my house). Now the ****wits, who originally told us there was a good chance of getting a new one installed this weekend, inform us that they don’t stock a boiler suitable for our house, so we have at least another 3 or 4 days like this to get an alternative fitter in. At least we will be free forever of British ****ing Gas after that. I’ve had to join a ****ing health club to get a shower. But it does have a decent bar and restaurant. I didn’t want to come home. I’ve had to go up into the loft (estimated temperature -43) to break out the skiing thermals. One very small upside is the wave of nostalgia brought on by sleeping in a bed piled high with blankets and throws, so heavy you can barely move under them. Took me back to visits to my grandmother’s seemingly heat free house in the sixties.