“bicycle is stolen every 71 seconds”.
If this bicycle is stolen every 71 seconds, when on earth does the owner get time to ride it?
Read about it here from the BBC.
“bicycle is stolen every 71 seconds”.
If this bicycle is stolen every 71 seconds, when on earth does the owner get time to ride it?
Read about it here from the BBC.
I have come back from the far-off country and, let me tell you, it’s so good to be back home.
I suppose I should keep this updated for those of you who read the entry below and the fact that this is the last day of my short-term contract.
Living somewhere is completely different to visiting somewhere. And, overall, I cant really complain about the life I have here. Some aspects are good and some not so good. But, overall, its OK.
However, there are times when things makes make me remember why I am here.
So, I see that they have arrested someone in Thailand who is wanted for a dreadful crime over in the UK and, as he managed to escape to Thailand whilst on bail, has been doing what most people (including me) do when in a foreign country, not speaking the local language and needing money to live – i.e. teaching English.
On a few of my links (to the right), I found reference to another blog. The lady concerned has published a book based on her blog (don’t worry, reader, that won’t happen with mine, especially as there’s no real theme). So that gutter rag, the Sunday Times, decided that they wanted some sort of scoop and sent an email to her which you can read here.
Google blog searches are not really that good. If you search for a blog by relevance (the default) and then search by date, some blogs that appear in the first are omitted from the second! Freaky. So, say you search for ‘milan italy’. The first search results page shows blog A, updated 15 minutes ago. Then click on the search by date (which lists them in reverse order (i.e. last updated showing at the top of the page) and sometimes, blog A is not there! How can that be?
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D telephoned yesterday evening to say that John Prosser, his father and a great man, died on Sunday, 23/4.
He was a first-class guy and friend who will be sorely missed. Of course, I was crap at keeping in touch – but then, we are/were blokes, so what do you expect.
He had suffered with cancer for some time and had been through one bout of chemo, which, sadly, had not done the trick, however, he was due to go onto another course of an experimental kind and, in fact, had started it. But it was just too strong.
Of course, generally there is no problem with Rufus. He is an exceptionally well-behaved dog and is truly lovable (as we find when he walks the street). If you’re single, living in Italy and want to meet people – get a Rufus and it will work wonders.
At the moment he is still not Rabies certified, so to speak. When we were back in the UK last summer, I took him to the vets to get his normal annual vaccinations as it coincides with us being back for Hay. As you do, I chatted with the vet and discussed the fact that we were taking him back to Italy as we live there now. The injections were done and the passport (yes, he has one, although there is no photo), was updated. I never thought to check it as the vets have always been so good.