House renovation – Part 1


We sold our house. We’d just finished renovating our first home, a 1905 Villa. We made it awesome, and figured we’d get some money from it to move on to our next home. Ideally a slightly larger place that didn’t need immediate work, so we could enjoy life for a little bit before adding our own touches.

So naturally, we bought a worse one.

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Ta da!

Moving my bloggy stuff over here.

Because…. well I don’t really know. I want a user friendly place to put things down that might not necessarily be related, but all of which interest me.

Previously that was Blogger – but that’s changing as the blogger mobile app is rubbish. So there’s one reason.

BMW E46 Wagon. V8.


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Been thinking about this for a while. I need (want) to upgrade my current run-about with something, and I like small cars with large engines.
I haven’t ever been a particularly huge BMW fan, but something about it just appeals. Also likely to get wife approval as she likes V8s.

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Social obligations

We’ve all been through it. That party or function that you really can not be bothered going to, but you already rsvp’d saying your would because it’s an old friend or whatever.
I just went to one such event. A mate’s 30th. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good mate and a really nice guy. It’s just that at events run by his family (it seems his parents have great influence in his and his brothers lives) about  60% are family, 30% his workmates, and 10% his friends. Myself, being one of his friends, would rather watch paint dry than converse with anyone there.
Maybe there were less family this time, they are possibly starting to drop off by now.

Another of his friends whom we went to school with turned up, so at least I had someone to talk to. Turns out he feels the same way about these functions.
We had a laugh about how we didn’t really need to catch up as it is all on Facebook anyway, and chuckled at the largish guy going back for a heaped third helping of supper.

Which I got in trouble for.

It seems it was my mate’s (who’s party it was) brother in law, and his wife berated me for laughing at her brother. I felt bad at the time, but you know what? I actually don’t now.
I can’t take the piss out of the fat dude with the mountain of food, yet it’s socially acceptable to ridicule smokers? hmmm…