Wednesday, September 27, 2006
2) Diesel Fumes
When someone sneezes in a room I am in, I tend to hold my breath for 45 seconds or so - just so I do not have to breathe in any of their germs. Obviously, I try to be discreet about this, as I would not want to offend anyone. The multiple sneezers sometimes fool me though, as I have just started to breathe again as they fire off another salvo.
When I am on my scooter riding behind a truck blowing out diesel fumes from the exhaust, I also hold my breath. The problem being that if I cannot overtake quickly I end up almost crashing due to lack of oxygen.
So if you see a guy with a blue face weaving about on a white vespa behind a truck, you will know it is me.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
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Monday, September 18, 2006
So I spent much of yesterday tidying up after the storm. There was enough foliage on my patio to create a whole new tree, my barbeque was full of leaves, and I had to brush the outside walls to remove all the debris plastered against them.
My only other issue this weekend was taking an 8-mile walk in a vest without sunscreen. That was pure stupidity. Now it looks like I
Thursday, September 14, 2006
'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig!
'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!!
Alas - my camera is dead...
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Hurricane Florence is much more brazen than her name suggests, lifting her skirts and causing a rush of breeze which makes even the proudest palm trees tremble.
The trees in my garden lean away from her advances, occasionally being pushed flat as Florence heaves a mighty sigh. The rain sheets across the landscape, lashing out at windows, walls and any surfaces it finds.
The lightbulbs flicker, but remain glowing for the moment. The windows shake, but remain intact for the moment. The trees bend,
Monday, September 11, 2006
Hurricane Florence is approaching the island as I type, with the closest point of approach expected to be 60 nautical miles to the West at 7am.
All hatches have been battened down, all buckets filled with water and all wine bottles prepped for early consumption. It has rained for much of the day, and the tree frogs are croaking in anticipation of the oncoming storm.
I ventured out earlier to do my patented "finger in the air" wind speed check, and reckoned on about 35 knots, with gusts rating higher. It was far too chilly to attempt the much more accurate "nipple-ometer" test, which is accurate to 3 knots , but requires being