Ok Chaps, A little O/T light (or lite) relief.
After morning band rehersal and a quick light lunch I was able to get onto a train. After changing at Leeds and a mad sprint round the station, up and down 2 platforms I finally made it by a short head onto the correct train and so alighted at the right station.
I ran through the station car park, negotiated a major road ignoring traffic and pedestrian light signals, staggered up a cobbled street to Halifax's Piece.. or Peace Hall (Yorkshire, England.... not Canada) to fetch up with a loud crash and curse against a large structure that wasn't there the last time I visited.
After picking myself up off the floor and cursing "Which idiot put this ![Censored [censored]](/emoticons/icon_smile_censored.gif)
Ice rink here!"
It took precious extra seconds to negotiate the huge monstrosity and I burst through the model shop door, still panting. and trying to shout "Where is it?"
After managing to understand me on the eighth time the owner said "Down the back of the shop!"
So I set off... "Pardon me, excuse me, pardon me, excuse me..... out of my way.... shift your butt.. THAT'S MINE!" and rugby tacked a 8 year old who was staring at the huge box!
It was a big struggle in a small shop but I managed to wrestle the box away from the kid and hid until the crying stopped!
After negotiating paints and payment I fled into the dusk with a large box and bag of paints before the police could arrive... yes response times suck here too!
I was really careful and sneaky the way I got it into the house and up to my hobby room (where no woman dare tread because of the mess). If SHMBO finds out you can all come to my funeral.
Hope you had a smile,
James
Aint no rats at work..... spiders ate 'em all!