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Morning everyone the new veg-a-tear-ean Loca here and a great deal healthier I feel for it.
Our English next door neighbours left this morning and a great big motorhome has moved in next door and that reminded me of a story I forgot to tell you about our journey down. We were kind of in internet incommunicado at the time.
Anyhow. We had stopped to overnight at a HOW (That’s a House On Wheels to any newbies) overnight stopping place. No caravans or any of those sort of not HOW things are allowed. Now in Irish terms we have quite a big HOW but when we drove in here we were like everyone else’s little brother as most of the HOW’s were huge,
Dad looked about for the smallest one, which was still bigger than us, and parked beside it to try to take away some of the bad look. We had a little walk (on a lead might I add, much to our displeasure) and settled down for the evening.
About an hour later another HOW arrived and this one was as big as a bus and was even towing a car nearly as big as us. As fate would have it the guy decided to pull up right beside us just as Dad was outside hitting our awning with a brush to try and get it to unstick.
Dad watched this monstrosity park up and the driver looking as smug as a dog with two tails looked over at him in a ‘Having mechanical problems with your little camper?’ kind of way’ and then to add insult to injury swiftly followed that look with a ‘Watch this and weep’ one.
At that he leant over and flipped some switch and up from the roof rose this gifeckingnormous satellite dish which then began to rotate.
The guy had a self satisfied smirk on his gub as he looked down at Dad leaning on his brush/awning manipulating tool and we all watched this dish go round and round.
I saw a smile slowly growing on Dad’s face as it kept going round and round for it now appears this was a ‘self seeking satellite dish’ and much to Dads delight it wasn’t self seeking anything.
The smug look slowly vanished from our new chums face as his £2000 dish took on the role of a propeller and he flicked desperately at switches while the dish spun and tilted all over the show. His efforts were to no avail, and whatever it was looking for was not in the mood for being found and eventually the guy had to give up and lower the massive thing back down.
By now Dad was smirking from ear to ear and when the fella glanced his way Dad pointed at his brush and then at the retreating dish with a ‘Would you like me to whack it’ look.
So the moral to this story is ‘Don’t count your Self seeking satellite dishes before they self seek something’……………
See you all tomorrow
Our English next door neighbours left this morning and a great big motorhome has moved in next door and that reminded me of a story I forgot to tell you about our journey down. We were kind of in internet incommunicado at the time.
Anyhow. We had stopped to overnight at a HOW (That’s a House On Wheels to any newbies) overnight stopping place. No caravans or any of those sort of not HOW things are allowed. Now in Irish terms we have quite a big HOW but when we drove in here we were like everyone else’s little brother as most of the HOW’s were huge,
Dad looked about for the smallest one, which was still bigger than us, and parked beside it to try to take away some of the bad look. We had a little walk (on a lead might I add, much to our displeasure) and settled down for the evening.
About an hour later another HOW arrived and this one was as big as a bus and was even towing a car nearly as big as us. As fate would have it the guy decided to pull up right beside us just as Dad was outside hitting our awning with a brush to try and get it to unstick.
Dad watched this monstrosity park up and the driver looking as smug as a dog with two tails looked over at him in a ‘Having mechanical problems with your little camper?’ kind of way’ and then to add insult to injury swiftly followed that look with a ‘Watch this and weep’ one.
At that he leant over and flipped some switch and up from the roof rose this gifeckingnormous satellite dish which then began to rotate.
The guy had a self satisfied smirk on his gub as he looked down at Dad leaning on his brush/awning manipulating tool and we all watched this dish go round and round.
I saw a smile slowly growing on Dad’s face as it kept going round and round for it now appears this was a ‘self seeking satellite dish’ and much to Dads delight it wasn’t self seeking anything.
The smug look slowly vanished from our new chums face as his £2000 dish took on the role of a propeller and he flicked desperately at switches while the dish spun and tilted all over the show. His efforts were to no avail, and whatever it was looking for was not in the mood for being found and eventually the guy had to give up and lower the massive thing back down.
By now Dad was smirking from ear to ear and when the fella glanced his way Dad pointed at his brush and then at the retreating dish with a ‘Would you like me to whack it’ look.
So the moral to this story is ‘Don’t count your Self seeking satellite dishes before they self seek something’……………
See you all tomorrow
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