Looking back through my blogs so far it seems that “Ok folks” or something involving “Folks” seems to be a common opening for me so I’m going to stick with it from now on. So moving on from that, you will see that I am late in publishing again this month, but January was a bit hectic for me and coupled with finishing of my new kitchen and arrival of my latest grandson "Ralphie", I didn’t know if I was on my rear end or my head. But having conquered all I have been able to move into February with renewed vigour.
I hate have a disorganised workshop. I don’t know how people can effectively operate where you can’t see the workbench for tools, parts and various bits of rubbish. I think that people who can work in such conditions must be very bright and able to track positions of tools and parts with some form of advanced vision and esp. But not me. If I can’t see the medium-flat screwdriver that’s lurking under a few wood shavings all work must stop and nobody leave the building until it reappears again (and I might need to resort to shaking the kids upside down until it does reappear) Not only that, unless I’m organised I keep going back to Wickes/Homebase/Screwfix and buying the same part. But I must say, the staff are very kind to me and sometimes even help. Well, apart from that cross-eyed “team member” who keeps trying to sell me the deal of the day at the checkout.
Anyway, January was a bit of a blur. I spent a couple days training at University of London in Islington and had a really good group to work with there. I had one AM2 and two Inspect & Test training assessment days for JTL at their secret base in Culham, Oxfordshire. I had two very enjoyable days training at Southampton Airport and a lousy three days training at a university establishment in the upper-midlands of the United Kingdom. I say a lousy three days because you had to pay to park on campus – no exceptions. And the next blow was as a visitor you could only pay and display in certain areas! So I ended up parking about half a mile from the training room and having to lug all my equipment across campus every day. On top of this the restaurants were all closed. This later problem meant that you starved all day and had to drive to the nearest village supermarket (about 10 miles away) every evening. I know I could do with losing some weight but this adventure just made my blood boil.You will see though that I did have two enjoyable days at Southampton Airport. This is because although I have crossed that bridge into my sixties I am still a 14-year boy when it comes to transport – ships, boats, planes, cars, motorbikes: I love them all. So to paraphrase the film Apocalypse Now; I just love the smell of Avgas in the morning.