Currently I’m feeling like a mechanic! Let me explain by drawing a parallel with my car. I like to drive my car and enjoy hassle free motoring. I turn the key and the engine starts. I put it in gear and it goes forward and I turn the steering wheel to go in the right direction. And this is why I enjoy driving – the car does what I need it to do with the minimum of fuss. Continue reading “Feeling like a mechanic!”
Author: doug
Dear HostGator
Dear HostGator
You might remember me? I have been known to use your online live chat for help with the background technicalities of my blogs. More recently I have called your helpline and had the opportunity to helpfully talk through the issues. Continue reading “Dear HostGator”
Bean Bag coffee review
I picked these up in Waitrose before our Scottish holiday as I was unsure what the coffee “facilities” might be. With these bean bags, my coffee drinking turned out pretty well and so time to do a Bean Bag Coffee review. Continue reading “Bean Bag coffee review”
Hospital shenanigans
As you know I have been waiting for an operation on my prostate. There seems to be quite a few hospital hospital shenanigans emerging and I’m not too sure what to make of them. I am suspecting this is another example of the background administration buckling under the strain of public sector pressure. Continue reading “Hospital shenanigans”
Pensions for children
Pensions for children might not be the most exciting demand on your money but it is worth taking that step. Continue reading “Pensions for children”
The importance of pocket money
You can easily think of pocket money as being childish, something you call money and give to your children when they are young. Not only that but for us as adults too and I have wanted to blog about the importance of pocket money for a while now. Continue reading “The importance of pocket money”
Home to Istanbul?
I like daydreaming of places I’d like to travel to. Perhaps home to Istanbul? Mostly this is where I like to get there under my own steam or at least to get there fairly independently. As much as I love flying, there is a certain “something” to the satisfaction of arriving in some faraway place on your own. Continue reading “Home to Istanbul?”