Parky Weather

Beginning to think the only way to get slush this side of Christmas is to scrape the frost from the inside of the windows of the office. (OK, I exaggerate 50 million times a day, but it is getting pretty chilly.)

Got home last night to find a tub (a one kilo tub) of Canderel on the back doorstep, half full (and yes, I'm a 'half full' person) of water. "Cooling" for use in the slush machine. According to the downloaded pdf of instructions, the Brax level has to be between 13 and 16. Apparently Brax is a measure of sugar in water. All sounds a bit too scientific, when all I want to do is bung in some juice and tequila and get Margarita slush. Who wants to measure the Brax level in the middle of a party? (More of the party later perhaps.)

Before I'd got home, the machine had had its side panel removed and had been given a wee prod in the fan region with a very Health & Safety conscious plastic handled screwdriver. Fan started.

Much "oo"-ing and "ah-hAAh"-ing all round.

Twenty minutes later, and I'm secure in the knowledge that I need not call the Zilch girls out on a mission. The party dregs have been frostily mulched into slush! Yeehaaw!

Gunk #1: Mix is so thick that it takes 5 minutes to fill a glass
Gunk #2: Mix is so sweet that it's quite repulsive
Gunk #3: Mix is so dilute* that it tastes like cheap orange 'squash' made with too much tap water that's gone a bit stagnant

Lemonade from lemons: Because I've just moved house, I have no idea where my shoes or kitchen utensils are, but I know EXACTLY where "useless junk" is. Trotted to the loft, retrieved decades-old lolly making molds, and made (weak) margarita lollies. Hurrah! Froze the rest in ice cube bags as wee desserty things to go with ice cream.

Job's a good'un.
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*Flashback: Saturday 11.30pm "...more water will raise the freezing temperature - there's too much alcohol in it just now..."

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Number of car park enquiries so far today: 2

Getting so hacked off with this that I'm going to make a sheet for would-be enquirers to sign to say they've been in, and post it on a weekly basis to the airport.

Today a dapper elderly gent with a checked flat cap and a white trimmed tash came in.
"I see your sign says no car...par...erm...ahem...I called the airport and was told I could book over the counter, but when I got there, they knew nothing about it and said I had to come to the car park, but there's no-one here."
Me: "That's right, they don't staff this place. We're not the airport car park - we're a totally different company. We're not connected to the airport or car park in any way whatsoever."
Dapper gent: "Ah. I see. Well, my son could book on line, but I don't really like doing that, I like to book over the counter. I called the airport and was told I could book over the counter, but when I got there, they knew nothing about it and said I had to come to the car park, but there's no-one here. I think I'll get my son to book on line."
Me: "There's another (competing) car park just a couple of miles away, and they have a courtesy shuttle bus too. They have staff, and you can talk to a real person face to face. We're not the car park though."
Dapper gent: "Yes, I think I'll get my son to book online for here."
Me: "Hm. Sometimes people have problems with the barrier system, and the place isn't staffed. Why not try round the corner - it's not a plush place, but you car's safe and it's staffed, and just as easy to get to the airport from."
Dapper gent: "Oh - but how would I get to that place from here?"
Me: (losing all hope of getting back to my desk anytime soon) "Well, you wouldn't park here at all, you'd park in the other place, and they'd take you to the airport - it's a different car park."
Dapper gent: (having made his mind up) "Yes, I think I'll do that. I'll get my son to use his computer - I don't have one you see - he does all that sort of thing..ahem...yes...I'll book for this one here...well...goodbye"