Now then Scrumps -  it was sheet changing day today,  so I got all the bedding off and the clean ones out of the airing cupboard,  then decided I would do like you did,  and put my winter duvet on while I was at it.

Now wait for it . . . . .   I not only changed the duvet,  I changed the mattress protector,  and then got carried away and even turned the mattress around and over too.

So I have now turned the mattress, put a new protector on,  changed the sheets, and put my winter duvet on too.     Beat that!    

I don't do things by half, do I.   

Something lovely happened this afternoon.    Well I thought it was, anyway. 

I went to collect my mobile back of the menders, then drove to the garage to put some air in my front tyres  -  but couldn't!
I didn't know if it was my fault,  or if the machine wasn't working,  so I called a young fella from the car wash  over to see if he could help.     
Strangely,  he couldn't get it to work either,  so he said he would get his boss to have a look.
His boss came,  and fiddled about for a while,  but he couldn't get any air to come from the machine and my tyre pressure was dropping down and down with them keep pressing on the tyre valve.
I was worried, because if the machine was faulty,  how was I going to drive home now,  with one tyre nearly flat to the rim.

In the end,  he looked closely at the machine and saw it said to pay £2 first.   I have never, ever had to pay for air before.
So I fiddled about looking for my purse,  but that lovely chap said he would pay for it for me!   
I said No, and that I would do it,  but he insisted and paid with his phone.

Immediately the machine worked,  so that was obviously what was wrong.
He went on to do all the tyres for me,  then wished me a good day, and went back to his work.
Bless his heart.   Wasn't that kind.

I know it will sound really daft,  but that simple kindness just caught me unprepared,  and to my embarrassment I could feel I was about to bawl! 
I had noticed he had a bottle of fizzy orange in his hand,  so went in the garage's shop, and bought him another bottle of orange,  and a little chocolate reindeer to munch on, and gave it to him.

Little things like that don't happen to me every day,  what a nice fella, ey.

 

Then once she was fed
And after showing her his new shed
He planned to get frisky
But he'd had too much whisky

Quote from: Ruthio on Today at 04:50:32 PMI'm battling with The Party 🥳

I never started watching it even, Ruthio.   
When I saw it was a political drama,  that put me off. 
Fed up to the teeth with politics.

Quote from: Scrumpy on Today at 04:01:00 PMMy dentist ( friend).. Asked me if I had smelled weed in our local Co-op.. She said it was strong smelling..
I wouldn't even know what it smells like..

Me neither,   haven't a clue. 

Quote from: Dextrous63 on Today at 04:49:30 PMThanks Ruthio.

Is there ever a case for writing ones' ?

Quote from: Dextrous63 on Today at 04:49:30 PMThanks Ruthio.

Is there ever a case for 

I would've said no because One is always singular, but then I googled it!!
Turns out if it's Ones as in The Chosen Ones.....

• Plural possessive of a compound or specific group ending in "-ones": If you are referring to a group of people or things designated as plural "ones" who own something, the apostrophe goes after the s. For example: "The chosen ones' path was difficult" (the path belonging to the chosen ones). 

I'm battling with The Party 🥳 

Thanks Ruthio.

Is there ever a case for writing ones' ?

Quote from: Scrumpy on Yesterday at 01:10:55 PMMy school was well posh.. Reigate Priory.. Around 800 years old..
Lived in by the rich and famous.. 
The grounds are our local park.. Deer roam.. Large lake.. Made up of valleys..
Tennis courts.. and beautiful walks..
The Priory was haunted.. the floors uneven.. The assembly hall was massive..

Well well well so you went to Reigate Priory?!
I attended Reigate County School for Girls!!
Joanne Trollope was one of ours ....

Quote from: Scrumpy on Today at 04:01:00 PMMy dentist ( friend).. Asked me if I had smelled weed in our local Co-op.. She said it was strong smelling..
I wouldn't even know what it smells like..

Me neither!
I'm a child of the 60s, did sex and rocknroll but never drugs.
I'm told the smell wafting from the open window of the flat in the front of next door was weed.
My daughter said if I sat on our front wall I'd get high just breathing in the fumes!!!