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Yesterday I deleted my blog because someone said something that offended me. Today I think I will hide my profile; possibly reinstating it tomorrow but without a profile pic. Tomorrow I will probably write a blog about another blogger who said something to me in one of my blogs that I didn’t like. I won’t actually mention their name but I will leave enough clues to make it very clear who I am having a tantrum over. After a day or two, if I’m feeling up to it, I might put my picture back on my profile. But then, out of the blue, will come my announcement that I am leaving the site forever, due to my total disillusionment with the human race, particularly its representatives who are members of this site.

But what I will never, ever, ever do, is take this place too seriously.

As I mentioned in my previous blog I had a dream. Well we found a sailboat in the Azores. Let me show you my boat.


Cockpit and entrance



Galley



Lounge



Indoor dining area



Navigation table.

Words do not adequately describe how annoying and frustrating it can be to even work with screws or bolts this tiny (shown on a quarter), much less drill and tap accurately placed bolt holes for them in tough hardened steels.



An even greater joy occurs when a hardened tap snaps in two half way down the new bolt hole and said tap turns out to be made of harder steel than the drill bits available. Of course when that happens, even after you somehow manage to more or less remove the tap, the hole is now over sized and must be welded shut, then smoothed and re-drilled, then re-tapped (with a new not yet broken tap) and threaded.

So what things do you do for fun?

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I will be 64 next month; it’s time I started thinking about bungalows and beige overcoats. There is planning to be done if my transition into geriatricity is to be smooth and trouble free.

In order to avoid any sudden expense, I need to start accumulating my future wardrobe now. There will be comfy shoes that don’t aggravate my corns to buy, preferably slip-ons so I won’t have to bend to tie the laces. I’ll need baggy trousers that come up to my chest, and woolly jumpers for the summer. It is an annoying fact that the fashion industry is only really interested in the younger generations: If you wanted to buy a brand new pair of jeans that look worn out and are full of holes you would have no problem finding them, but just try looking for shirts that come with gravy stains already down the front and it’s a different matter. I have yet to decide whether I will wear a hat. A flat cap or trilby, perhaps; all I know for sure is that it won’t be a baseball cap.

Certain habits need to be developed; I should be working on them now if they are to become ingrained by the time I need them. That sporadic nibbling motion of the lower jaw doesn’t just develop on its own, it needs to be practised until it becomes second nature if you are to remember to do it even when there is nothing in your mouth to chew. I have always been a curious person, so coming to a sudden halt in the middle of the pavement and staring with mouth agape at anything that catches my interest will probably come quite naturally to me.

We often underestimate the aged. Driving at 30 mph on the motorway takes a lot of self discipline; just try it if you’re in any doubt. Likewise with ignoring no entry signs and doing very slow U turns at busy traffic lights. Then there is the holy grail of the elderly driver: going the wrong way down the motorway, achieved only by the very ambitious. There is so much going on on the roads these days and it’s not easy to remain oblivious to it all; it needs to be worked at, particularly when you are trying to incorporate a significant element of inconsistency into your driving at the same time. Being able to cause an accident without being directly involved in it is a very subtle skill indeed.

I don’t yet know whether I will be the endearing granddad type or the miserable old git; probably the latter, no point in wasting the skills I already have.

The man at the check out next to mine at the supermarket last Saturday had a funny turn recently; I know that because I heard his wife telling someone. I was glad she wasn’t my wife; I wouldn’t like my funny turns to become public knowledge. For an habitual eavesdropper like me, supermarkets are good places to indulge the habit. Many is the time I have taken longer than necessary to come to a decision about which washing up liquid I most like the look of in order not to miss vital information being exchanged between chatting shoppers, mistakenly thinking they are having a private conversation.

I find women's conversations are the most interesting. Men usually just talk about work or sport, whereas women seem to be more interested in things of a personal nature. It can be quite an eye opener. I often wonder how many thousands of husbands there must be up and down the country under the delusion that their embarrassing medical conditions are family secrets.

If I see someone I know when I am shopping, I usually dodge down the next aisle in order to avoid them. I can’t see the attraction of prolonging my shopping trip by wasting time nattering, but I appreciate those who can.

......................... I’m not perfect I trust animals more than people '

.................. Went way over your head.

It's a great feeling on Friday night, knowing I don't have to get up on Saturday at the same time as I do in the week; yet I always do get up at the same time.