:) :) Back again - after some pillock tore my telephone cable from the pole on Monday! Piles of stuff to catch up on!
You get some right evil-minded b*st*rds - the school I'm in this week, it's quickest to get back from by taking a beautiful 6 mile cycle ride to Garforth, and the train into town, and a couple of miles cycling home. Lovely way to do it - especially in the morning.
So what happens? Bike's in the wee cubbyhole, I'm reading my paper ----- and some s*d nicks my pump, my lights AND the two nuts holding on my front wheel. Not the wheel; not the bike; just two nuts.
So I'm left standing on a platform 2 miles from home with a heap of junk. >:( ??? >:(
All best - Gavin
Does make you spit, doesn't it. = Tim
Hi Gavin,
Sorry to hear about what happen. I can't understand how follks can be so mean. Hope they catch the culprit and teach him a thing or two.
We have one bloke on our allotment site who is famous for "building" bikes from old/spare parts that he picks up all over the place, could he have travelled down your way! Seriously, it's beyond words isn't it.
Garforth is a lovely place, or was, by all accounts. It seems many of our dreamed of places and memories of them are being spoilt by those who appreciate sod all. Makes you wonder sometimes in these days of rising council taxes just why their parents allow them to go out and cause damage and raise the cost of that tax! Lack of brain cells or responsibilitity?
Ah but equanimity recovered - h..l's bells, a sight more than that.
I did supply teaching in the school with the 4th worst results IN THE COUNTRY 5 or 6 years ago. Lasted all of 7 weeks - and got out, for my own sanity and safety!
Couple of weeks later, went to answer the doorbell, to find 5 or 6 of the lads I'd taught there, in floods of tears, on the doorstep, cos I'd left. Took 'em in, gave them tea and biscuits, let them muck around with my guitar for a bit. They came back a few times over the next 3 months - and one of them was so keen to learn the guitar, I lent him the battered old one I'd learned on 30 years ago; showed him a few chords - that sort of thing.
Didn't see him for years after that - he moved to another part of Leeds. I kept meaning to chase him up and get my guitar back, but never did.
Well, I've just had the ring at the doorbell, and there's the lad again - now a strapping 17-year-old. With an ALMIGHTY GREAT GRIN on his face - he's just been accepted for Music College on the strengh of his guitar playing! :) :) :) Him and two of the other "tearful" ones. And he'd just come round to say thank you.
And the guitar? Even more battered - but it's his now and almost for ever, until he finds another kid to pass it on to.
B....r the wheel nuts!
All best, Gavin
Awww........what a nice teacher. I can just imagine them singing To Sir with love. I once came across a house that has this message stuck on the window, all it said was " If you can read this thank a teacher " and I couldn't agree more.
Couple of teachers in the family so I have some idea how much a small appreciation can mean but this is a beaut!
Certainly the other side of the coin to the parts pincher. Congrats on a job well done all those years ago.