The Porsche is dead....

Yes dear friends, the yellow peril is no more. It played up once too often and so it has been got rid of by the company (boo hiss). It has been replaced however, but unfortunately not by another Porsche. The new version is a Mercedes SLK350 in silver. Still 2 door, 2 seats, but with a floding metal roof as opposed to a rag top.
I haven't got my gruby little mitts on it yet (all a matter of time), but the general consensus in the office is that it doesn't have the same image. More hairdresser than devil may care.

Amnaesia cured!

It was a little disconcerting that I was unable to access my blog today and then had to sign on to "new blogger" - new and improved no doubt. At least I have remembered where it lives.
Anyway, just to reassure all you out there that I am still alive, functioning and able to type. Of late I have been busy at home and on the allotment - Bayleaf the gardener has nothing on me! Yes, I know that shows my age but why deny it.
I recently was able to spend a couple of night away with my wife but without children. We met up with our GB friends during the day and then retired to a local inn for the night and very pleasant it was too. The only drawback was the ceiling height of our room...
It was an old inn with the bib beam across the centre of the room and them the smaller beams running across and plaster in between those. When I say my head touched the plaster... If I stood next to the main beam it literally was touching my shoulder! I only nutted it twice, but that was maybe aided by the bottle of champagne...