Author gets gold

Incredible news author Helen Potrebenko has won Gold medal in Olympics type event. Now join the resurrgence of interest in her unique novel Taxi! by pledging your feet and buying a copy. Visit http://haveyoureadtaxi.blogspot.com/ for all details including excellent picture of gold medal.

Pls join us for the revolution. The tea is going to be good. The last time I mentioned a teabag I got 838 readers. The only time I got 838 readers I hasten to add. Usually I have three readers. Thank you you three.

Front of the van

Was thinking today of van music. There was a comedian in Dublin who used to do a musical skit on Christy Moore’s Lisdoonvarna called “Back of the van.”  I must trek for Christy tunes.

Found it! Woodie rather than Christy The Puffin used to listen to this when he was three.

The van still has the attractive orange light on, but has conceeded to start, so I am enjoying driving only the country roads in the city. i.e anything with a speed bump since no other person in their right mind wants to drive along them and I have them all to myself.

Met a mechanic in a lift today and between the two floors he told me how he fell in love with the world.

Another young fella helped me at the petrol pump because I was too short to see it and to be honest couldn’t recall how the petrol pump worked in relation to the hole in the side of the van and my hair kept getting in front of my glasses and the great thing about driving again is I have to wear my glasses and so the entire world looks just a bit different. Mobility compacts time and geography.

Van II

Van has a cassette player — isn’t this a very good sign?

Apparently the more mechanical male in my life assures me the emergency brake is not working.

Back of the van

It’s time again as storm watching and free thinking season approaches to rebonjour the blogola.

I have acquired, after some trepidation and rather a Sopranos style transaction, a van designed for the purpose of following the wind.

Unfortunately as is usually the case in my impulsive moments. I sat in the said van not 5 minutes later and a peculiar orange light flashed, saying Check Engine. Followed by a gross outburst of spluttering and let’s just say the wind will need to be got back up the van before the van may safely follow the wind.

I am considering venturing under the bonnet and may acquire an education to this end.

Needless to say the transaction took place under the umbrella of it’s my ninety year old mother’s car.

Me well I am a mother, so if you’re lying you won’t go to heaven.

A small investigation by the Puffin produced numerous Hello Kitty toys stashed in the armrest.