That's it, all over for another year. Presents have all been opened, food consumed to excess, and now it's back out for the Sales for all those things that were priced twice as much only yesterday.
Sunday again. Is it just me or has someone pinched a day or so this week? I could have sworn it wasn't seven days since I was last thinking what to say.
I was a little dismayed last week when I came to post the previous edition of the blog – the readership figures had been somewhat down. Could it have been something I'd said? But no, it must have been the Christmas and New Year festivities as last week's figures are back to normal and even the week before's have picked up as presumably readers have logged and caught up. Could it be that many of you log in during breaks at work? Could it be mid-morning coffee, Pete's blog and bickies?
Welcome once again to this, the last entry in Weekend Rails before Christmas. I see even last year I was muttering about the Humbug of Christmas so I had better be all light-hearted and looking forward to the festive fracas. So imagine yourself stood outside the door of the Geoffrey Briddon building, a holly-wreath welded to the middle, whereupon it opens to reveal a cherubic father and son, smiling sweetly and wishing you all a Merry Christmas.
That's it, pretty much back to normal it seems. Everything went smoothly last week, nothing disappeared, no error messages and everything seemed to be where it ought to be. Which probably means it'll all go wrong this week..
Apologies if you had trouble finding last week's blog. Poor old Bill Hyde has had his work cut-out trying to ascertain what has been wrong, and whether it was 'my' fault or some corruption that had crept into the database, but for a while the entry from what is now two weeks ago disappeared again, and last week's entry could not be found under either 'Latest Post' or 'Blog' but could be found by going through 'Categories' (down the left). I guess from the number of people on the site many of you must have popped back in later to see if things had been restored. And they were - eventually.
This week, the van seems to have decided that I have been taking it for granted. And maybe I had, but it's rather like owning a loco. I coined a phrase once 'you never notice a loco until the day it isn't there'. I used it in copy for a leaflet at Hills promoting our loco hire services (I've got a proof but sadly it never went into print) and reflects the fact that unless you are so flush with funds that you have two of everything just in case, then when your one-and-only breaks down normal routines get severely disrupted.
It is appreciated, but certainly not obligatory, that the occasional visitor comes bearing gifts. What with Roger W arriving with fire extinguishers and such a couple of weeks ago, this time our favourite ex RR service engineer, Neil W popped in during the week and presented me with a box full of R-R genuine oil filters and a few old lift pumps that seemingly had been cluttering up his loft. I was quite happy to show him around the progress – or lack of it – on the building at Darley Dale.
Normally, this blog recounts what has happened during the week, but this week it might give me more to say if I tell you what hasn't!
I did say a couple of weeks ago that I would be reporting more about the inspection of the Mattersons after Allianz had decided to up the rate for LOLER inspection because it wasn't '4 locomotive jacks', rather 'a locomotive lift and two beams'. Well fairly early on Tuesday morning I was back at the Shed, opening up for another inspector.