This one's for Snapper, with an apology, he's definitely not officer material! And excuse the label.

That uniform was issued in 1988, and probably last sported by the subject in 1991. Took a while to find it all. The beret was in the loft, and had such a musty odour, that hair washing was deemed necessary straight after this.

(I anticipate that this Blip will cause a rapid, and cheeky, phone-call from another former RNXS local - if allowed to see it, as a non-Blipper...)


Other run of the mill stuff today:
Received one of those cards through the door yesterday, "We tried to deliver..." A long black box apparently. Could only think of one thing I'm expecting to receive. But that should be a couple of weeks from now, and in a small packet. Though it wouldn't be the first time I'd forgotten about ordering something.

Slept on it, and still couldn't think of anything being due. Sounded a bit large for the bike, so grudgingly drove in. Whilst waiting an age for someone to answer the bell, I ponder leaving them a card to say I'd called whilst they were out. A sign read something along the lines of, "You're probably here because you didn't advise your sender to..." etc. Well maybe, but it was  a bit cheeky. The reality in my case was quite the opposite. It turned out that the reason I was there, was because the delivery man tried to deliver a parcel to the wrong house/street. I accepted the young lad's genuine apology gracefully, and laughed. Others wouldn't have. It wasn't his fault, and he did look fearful that I might be a Mr Angry type. Of course, I should have just phoned...

Well because of using the car, there was something else in the DIY line that's been considered for a while. So off to Wickes next. Couple of narrow sheets of chipboard flooring, and some timber for the loft. Check if they'll fit in the car first, and re-arrange the seating to make space. Though I felt something touch my back, but there was no-one near. Car sorted, so lock it up, and was about to head inside. "Oh sh!te!" (pardon the language). A rather large runny one... all over the side of the car. Followed by the realisation of what had touched my back. "Those bl**dy seagulls!"

Not quite so graceful...