The Sporting life

Heres a pic for you Kel
God who could have imagined that feet could feel so sore after only four straight ten hour shifts on the concrete, luckily I’ve discovered this really good beer foot bathing regime. You just drink two bottles of beer and as it makes it’s way to your feet for what’s called internal bathing, nothing wasted this way, the feet begin to revive so much so that with intensive bathing sessions and some revival music its not unusual to find ones self up and dancing without any sensation of pain, look out Lourdes. I intend to present this new therapy at the next Big Bunnings Bunnies Bonding session and I am confident that it will be taken up with gusto possibly replacing the fire walking as a finale.

Had a yuppie customer begin to abuse me over some shortcoming of Bunnings in the manner that bank customers often vent their spleen on tellers not realizing that the tellers are even more the victims of the banks selfish policies than they are. I suggested that he take his complaint to someone who cared, maybe a shareholder, stopping him in his tracks as he reflected that he was a shareholder. A woman who looked one step this side of a bag lady had introduced herself to me that morning as an undercover store detective, I wonder do they have undercover staff attitude detectives. Alice’s friend Sophie who works as a barmaid told me of being approached by a customer, obviously intoxicated, to whom she politely refused service only to have him congratulate her on having passed their bosses test of her attitude. Scary Orwelian stuff I think.

That’s enough Bunning’s diary for now. I realize I haven’t given you all a Mum report since the blogs in space incident and am pleased here to report that now that I have explained to her what “hash brown” is in relation to leaving a message on one of these new fangled mobile phones, and the ads for Macdonalds she sometimes sees on TV, sorted out that the clock radio emergency static situation was probably just caused by global warming and would most likely return from time to time, causing her 2CH easy listening to be a little uneasy, and adjusted the oil induction heater in her room back to the way she had it, she’s as contented as a cat. The induction heater is a valid complaint as it has the potential to confuse even one as technically savvy as I. It has a knob which when turned clockwise takes the heat up and anti clockwise down presumably to off at its furtherest extension, just as mine does. Beside this is a on off switch which I would have thought to be surplus to requirements though I suppose some would argue that one might want to turn it off and then back on at exactly the same setting, which this switch would facilitate. Are you all following me here? Kelly sit up straight and stop garching out the window. This is the tricky bit, the on off switch has as its symbology a black circle and a black dot one for on and one for off, mmm, as well as this it has a small red indicator light imbedded in the switch, A-HA you say on will be when the light is on but wait, the light is controlled by the thermostat so that if the unit is hot enough it will be off even though the unit is on. I could go on but there’s the bell so suffice to say that this gets my nomination for Her Majesty’s Prize for Industrial Design and I recommend it exclusively for all old age institutions. Class dismissed.