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Date: 22 November 2005 17:22:02
As a follow up to yesterday's confession I must advise that Sport Hater is also a closet model lover. What I can do on the electrical side she can do on the scenery side.
We have now formulated a plan to begin practising in readiness for a larger project by setting up a very basic layout to keep the Troublesome Trucks happy when they come to visit. Of course, unlike some people I've heard about, I will be allowing them to use the system and not hide it in my attic.
I think my love of railways, both model and live, comes from my dad. I always remember the happy times we had before my sister arrived. He'd built a layout in the back bedroom and would spend time in there playing with himself. His standing instruction was:
"Don't let that bloody boy in here!"
It is therefore my avowed duty to ensure that my nephews do not get the same treatment meeted out to them. So long as they are supervised I'm perfectly happy too let them play as well.
I must admit that finding ut that I can share this with the wife is a great bonus as well. Now I won' get told off if I play with it at other times. As an insure policy I have allowed her use of my new guitar - The Valkyrian Axe. It was presented to me by a woman's hand from a nearby puddle to the accompaniment of Wagner's Ride of The Valkyrie.
She told me that, having managed to retrieve the embedded axe from a nearby cliff, I was the true descendent of the old Celtic Axelords. I am therefore a descendent of Llewellyn the Axelord, the last of the Axelords murdered by the English in the 12th Century.
When I pointed out that I'm a Christian and don't believe in such pagan myths the postman said, "Right you are mate. Just sign here then".
Funny how life turns out. Eh? (The Eh? is a blatant attempt to appeal to my Canadian reader.)