Cave to Equal

Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Wed 22 Oct 2014 22:57
Temporary Escape from My Cave on Day Out and Equal......
 
 
 
 
 
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I made a bid for freedom and left the cave behind for a trip to the laundry. Incredible. I haven’t been here since the end of June - trust me to choose the day that the half the tumble dryers had been moved out to allow a new bit of lino to be laid. While we were on our trip in Mable a mishap occurred, someone's washing caught fire, then it was clearly tossed onto the work surface judging by its scalded appearance. Never heard of this before but a good warning not to leave stuff on its own, the said lady that this had happened to now owns some very dodgy looking tea towels. Typical, there was an escapee tissue nowhere near the pales or the whites going unnoticed but fluffy on shake out, it had to be in the darks. Bears best shirt came out looking like grey suede instead of black cheesecloth. Clearly a job for the selotape roller machine. I had a nice time talking to the chaps redecorating but then Bear came to gather me and the clean stuff back to the cave. Hey, I’d managed three hours...... 
 
 
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Next day I opened every cupboard and drawer in our bedroom, pulled everything out and when Bear came in for lunch I nabbed him to sit on the end of the bed and showed him his tee shirts one by one. There were a few grimaces as I demoted some to the duster pile, some he had to choose between sleep and work, then a few made it to the charity pile. He got his revenge when we went through the cupboard at the end of the bed. We must be ruthless says I. Well, once piled Bear took pictures from every angle. Nope, no matter how I try your pile is always three times the size of mine. Affronted watch for warning signs as Pepe grabbed the first thing that came to hand, the fly spray, well lets face it anything can be wielded in a threatening fashion. Talking about fashion.......... See the smoke rise.
Back to polishing Bear. Back to polishing.
That night things got very heated over the backgammon board. It was nip and tuck and we ended at four all. Sorry for those dear readers who don’t play but the decider came down to the wire. Bear had been trapped in my nest but managed to get one out of danger. I was mid bearing off in an apparent easy win. A bad throw meant I had to put Bear on the bar. I had a column on my number two. One on both four and one. Empty was three, five and six. What were the odds..........The dice fell and so did the skippers face when he saw he had thrown a five and a six. Well. That brought us level, I had fought back from my terrible luck on Mabel which had left me a colossal seven games behind. Put on cutest voice. Do you love me. No. You said you did. Well I made a mistake. How many do you love me out of ten. Minus two hundred and thirty eight thousand. That’s a severe drop from plus four hundred and ninety eight thousand. I feel severe. Oops. Best slither back to my cave.
 
 
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We would like to ‘thank’ Danny at Mailasail for forwarding a lovely email from Frank. He has become the latest BARB – the Barmy Army of Blog Readers. He has introduced some of his retired US Navy chums to join the family too. A HUGE welcome to you all.
The mere mention of the word Navy and it took us right back to the thrill of sailing by the wonderful ladies in Norfolk. Then the memories of USS Yorktown in Charleston.
 
 
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Well, our new members, how quick you were at picking up on the fact that I think big is beautiful, planes, cranes, tractors, container ships - well anything mechanical massive really. Don’t look at me like that in the same breath as mentioning big..... Um, no.......comment........then.......really........ other than to say you haven’t got the machine bit. Grrr. Don’t you growl at me. Anyhooo, what a sight this retired lady was to them there eyes of mine. Then Bear got his thrill with his ‘ever ready’ trigger finger and then got to stand on haloed ground. I actually think you were less rotund there you know. OK, skinny bint. There, there now. No need to call the kettle and all.
 
 
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I then pretended to park all nearly nine hundred feet of her. Sweet memories.
 
 
 
 
 
 
ALL IN ALL SO PLEASED TO HAVE PULLED BACK LEVEL
                     DISGRACEFUL, INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOUR
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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