Showing posts with label Tenbellies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tenbellies. Show all posts
ball and chain
A couple of days ago my beautiful tenbellies agreed to marry me which made monkey a very happy chimp, its a rather big step for me as it is for any man but im rather looking forward to it. Our families get bigger and festive periods like these become more fun. i set tenbellies two guide lines for the wedding, it has to be within two years and cheap, now watch as the chaos unfolds..
Any old iron
Unfortunately i may be in tenbellies bad books as it seems i have another bike clogging up her shoe room. The other day i came across this fine little number on the back of a scrap wagon, now you may say i should have left it there but behind that rust is a fine ladies vintage bike im not sure on make or year as there are no markings i can see as of yet. The rod brakes always intrigue me but i also found that it was fixed gear too, the frame is in excellent condition and it just so happens i have some spare wheels with a sturmey archer hub that will fit nicely. Im going to see if i can restore the brake system before hunting for a replacement, i think after a lick of paint and a little tlc it with be a beautiful bike as it once was ready to serve a beautiful lady. Watch this space.
HMS Illustrious
I had a rather busy weekend that seemed to rush by and before i knew it i gained an hour and Monday was here, lucky for me its half term. The HMS Illustrious was in dock at Liverpool this weekend so another leisurely walk down to the dock for tenbellies and i. It was a good day they filled the pier head with helicopters and displays for the public they even put on a small air show dropping marines out of Merlin helicopters to small ribs on a very choppy River Mersey, no sign of the Harriers though which was a little disappointing. As a child i use to love seeing the forces out on display, seeing the stalls and holding the rifles, something’s never change. As usual tenbellies made a bee line for the ration tent where after a vigorous tasting found the standard issue ration packets most delightful.
Congratulations Tenbellies
Tenbellies started her new job today, so I would like to take this opportunity to say congratulations and good luck you will make a great teacher and will without doubt take up drinking very soon. Well-done I'm so proud to be ya fella.
On Ya Bike
At the weekend we talked about possibly changing our car for a new one. Tenbellies is starting a new job in September and will need to commute, so a new car would be nice as she starts to clock up the millage. I on the other hand only tend to use the car at weekends and fully enjoy riding my bike to work (with the addition of jumping on a train or two); my bike pictured above was given to me by a friend and is a BSA (Birmingham Small Arms) bicycle. It’s an old bike as you can tell but rides like a dream and holds with it plenty of character and loads of history. Besides building Motorcycles and weapons (a great mix) BSA developed the bicycle for military use during WW1, they made fold up bikes for snipers to carry on their backs while taking out the enemy. Over the next few months I will start to restore it adding some of the original features that seem to have been lost through its hard life.
Grow Your Own
While Tenbellies is slaving away in the shop and then off for Sunday cocktails with the girls I decided to have a go at growing my own Tomatoes, oh and some chillies for good measure. The country seems to have gone “Grow Your Own” mad and why not the crunch seems to have gripped many and to save a bob or two the satisfaction and effort has to be worth it and besides the can take our taxes but they can’t take our fruit and veg. Now I eagerly await my grape vine which will sit along side, grow my beauties grow.
That bloody space saver!
It seems that we have all unwittingly become victims of the dreaded spare wheel at least once in our driving lives, some more than most. But it use to be that after the whole saga of changing a wheel in the dark wet night we could at least feel happy that the tyre replacement was of the same size and shape and that normal driving would resume. However, cars have changed profoundly in the past few years and not that they have become smaller but bolder in size with all their protection even the interiors become larger even though we now have more toys, cd players, TV’s, electric seats and masses upon masses of airbags. After all this when it comes to the spare wheel, it’s been dramatically redesigned to what can only be described as a moped wheel. Yes the space saver, the guy who thought this up and sacrificed the normal wheel for space to fit your golf clubs wants a serious slap. Since the drama of Friday night where Tenbellies experienced her very first flat tyre (Monkey was in the pub, on his second Pint Jekyll’s Gold) and the whole saga of changing the wheel which took a day due to another stupid invention called the locking nut. We are now driving around with a space saver until the garage opens on Monday. The problem is that it not only restricts you to driving like a granny, taking corners at walking speed in fear that the wheel would shear off. But also the effect it has on your brakes, as your foot presses the pedal your ass cheeks squeeze so very tightly, petrified that you’re not going to stop more so the ABS works over time as it struggles to get use to this pathetic excuse for a tyre. Some things should just be left alone and the spare tyre is one of them. Next job to show Tenbellies how to change a wheel, now this should interesting.
Graduation
Today Tenbellies will graduate for the second time, yes she is a clever lady by all accounts as today she becomes a fellow educationalist. It has been a stressful year for both of us but especially tenbellies as she completed a PGCE.
So well done babe I'm very proud of you.
The Story of Tenbellies
One or two of my readers have asked the question about Tenbellies, and where this name comes from and more to the point what sort of man goes around referring to his partner in such a way.
Well here goes; firstly my partner in no way looks like or is in the shape of a blimp and if truth be known she is 5ft 4 and weighs about 7 and half stone (i really dont know what this all is in US terms, its just small). She does however have some freakish endless hunger, she can eat 24/7 with no sign of where all this food goes, her favourite food are crisps (chips) and can honestly put a full variety pack of 24 bags away in one sitting and yet she will not show any sign of weight gain.
So the name Tenbellies come from the many bellies she must have, she is fully aware of her nickname and in some ways very proud of it.
Example, it is 10:30 pm and she wants to go the chip shop after just downing a couple of bags of crisps!!!
Its funny how we have pet names for our loved ones and the stories behind them, if you have any then let me know.
