Yesterday T and I had decided we’d have a trip into Worcester.
It was a toss up between travelling by train with our senior rail passes and paying a discounted £3.30 each, or travelling for free on the Woosh Bus.
Looking at the time, it became obvious the 09.50 bus had already Whooshed to Worcester, in fact it had probably whooshed back too, so off we set for Bromsgrove rail station for the 12.10 train.
The trains around here seem to have their own personal timetable, so we were pleasantly surprised when our train trundled into the station on time.
I have rather a good little app on my phone, that gives a live report of the location of the train. This was the only photo of the day, as the battery on my little Ixus died 😳
Arriving in Worcester, we made a bee line for Fat Face (a clothing shop). T was looking for some more shorts, and I had a birthday voucher from my daughters to spend.
Voucher spent, and with T still undecided on his shorts, we went for a wander around the shops (while he tried to make up his mind).
Now this was fatal, I can’t walk past a camera shop, without glancing in the window, and there in the shop’s window was a rather smart second hand DSLR body waving at me……‘Hi, you out there, you know you’d like me’
Well, to cut a long story short, the camera came home with me, but after charging the battery several times, it was obvious the battery or the charger were faulty, so after contacting the shop and arranging to exchange whichever, I packed the camera away ready for another trip to Worcester.
I stewed things over in my mind most of the evening, could there be anything else wrong that hadn’t come to light? perhaps it was the camera…..arrrrgh, had I made a mistake buying second hand? should I have spent a bit extra and bought new? would they even consider me doing that?
I was awake bright and early this morning for my second trip to Worcester, my plan was to Whoosh there and back before lunchtime, which meant the 09.50 Woosh bus.
After feeding the dogs, I let them out into the garden. Instead of going down onto the lawn as he usually does, Jasp started running round in circles on the decking with his nose to the ground, I called him in, but he was totally tunnel visioned on the decking boards. I went out to see what was wrong with him…..
“What’s up Jazzy” I said, like I expected him to tell me 😉
I heard a plaintive Meeeeoooooow……‘Huh, it’s a cat is it? come on in Jasp, it’s cold out there!’
Again another louder MEEEEEEOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!!
Looking around the garden, and no cat, I suddenly I became horror struck. OMG it was underneath me, UNDER the decking boards. I got down onto my hands and knees, and peering through the boards, I could see a black cat firmly wedged between the joists and the concrete base.
By this time, T had come out to see what all the commotion was, to find me, and Jasp, peering through the boards. “What the hell are you two doing” he asks….
I must admit it must have been an odd sight, both of us peering through the gaps in the decking boards at that time in the morning, well at any time of the day really 😆
‘There’s a cat stuck under there’ I shouted, pointing to the crack in the boards.
Which explains, why at 8am this morning, T was removing the boards.
First one board, but the stupid cat,moved closer to the house.
So then a second board.
The minute the second board was removed, a black streak shot past us both like a rocket. I was armed with my camera, but it all happened so fast, fat chance I had of getting a photo of it.
One relieved cat run off to wherever, and a disgruntled T replaced all twenty four screws.
I made it to the bus stop for the 09.50 bus to Worcester ……with seconds to spare!
I changed the camera for a brand new one…….a Canon EOS 600D……
……..yes P&K, you’ve a lot to answer for 😉