Fookin rubbish.

I went out with two good friends last Saturday night. We had decided to go out and grab some food before the evening really started. Then it turned out that only two of us were to dine, I say dine….read on.

Not being organised, we hadn’t reserved a table anywhere so we thought we would try the Foo-Kin Noodle Bar. I had eaten in Ba-Soba years ago and also recently had takeout from Food-Affair in Ballymena. I like noodle dishes.

We entered the Foo-Kin place and were advised to pay first, a tenner too. Then we realised what was going on. £10 for all you can eat. Oh, dear. Those words never bode well. I had some noodles, some of which were baked hard and some “mixed vegetable”.
No boiled rice on offer, trading standards should get a call as this was listed on the menu.

My companion had double helpings as he had more choice and a strong determination to get his money’s worth.

If I had more choice I would have too.

Never shall I be across the threshold of that place again.
Noodle bar, my arse, bloody mediocre “chinese” food more like.
Great name but really does not live up to the advertising.
Fookin rubbish.

Just say no kids.

Get your motor runnin'

Instead of going out to purchase a brand new shiny petrol powered lawnmower, at the cost of many pounds indeed, I fixed my electric mower.
Turns out all had happened was that the drive belt had snapped, ten minutes taking the thing to pieces told me that. Two minutes online found a replacement for £5.99 inc. del.

Sorted.

Short grass may well be other folks idea of living correctly, I only do it to blend in.
Utterly pointless. There is a sociology phd in there somewhere.

Green green grass of home

Bollocks.

I think I may have just burnt out the motor in my electric lawnmower.
7 years service.
Maybe time for a petrol model next.
I can hear my wallet squeaking already.

State of flux

You know when life seems to be ticking along nicely and then the proverbial spanner gets jammed in the gearing mechanism?

First I heard a friend had to go get a lump removed.
Big scare and an op for removal. Sorted, one would think.

Oh no.

The cancer has spread to her lymph nodes. Big time scary now.
What do you say to someone in their 30s that is faced with a cancer that has a low survival rate for someone her age?

I really feel for her and her family.

Then, another friend who has been through the cancer nightmare and survived has been hospitalised as her pregnancy is in danger.

There I was last week feeling ill with a chest infection.

I'll have to go off and write a pithy post now to balance this out.