Some ugly stuff happens when children and teens play games. Just last week locally there was an assault on a teenage umpire, presumably because a parent did not like a decision he made. There should be no tolerance for this kind of bad behaviour whatsoever.
Even worse now that route 8 has joined with route 55 to become route 58. It's a can of sardines, if you aren't sure.
A little innocent humour, well innocent on the writer's part.
Ideally yes, but it is not always practical or safe to do.
Our pond with its gentle rippling fountain was turned off about 2004 because of water restrictions and it was leaking badly. It was filled with soil and turned into a garden bed full of, as R would describe them, strappy things. Many years later a promise that it would revert to being a pond once the drought was over has come true. The plants and soil have been cleared. It is actually completed now but I keep forgetting to take photos. It is much more modern than this older and dated pond.
Remember the milk jug we bough that would not fit in the fridge? It was fair enough that they would not take it back for what we paid, so I chose the three bowls on the left as a replacement for the jug. I took this photo to check with R as to whether he liked them.
I am sure there is some meaning to these colours inserted into the grill of a BMW, but I don't know what.
I would have loved to have seen this event. It must have been such a laugh, but alas I was at work.
We had the car serviced a month ago. I really like annual fixed price servicing. The company left a complimentary bottle of water and a packet of mints in the car. Someone in The Highrise ate the mints before I could take a photo. The car received a tiny car park dent just a week after we took delivery, recently another car park scrape as someone has pulled in or out too wide from the car park and the bumper bar scraped very low on the rear panel. The last straw was some vandalism, directed at us, or just general nastiness, where someone has rubbed the bonnet with something abrasive. All are so minor, but they sour the taste when you think of the car, so to the panel shop she goes this week for repair. Insurance will pay some, but we will be between $600 and $1200 out of pocket.