Miss Dunnit and I visited her grandparents, my parents. We had lunch, chat, blah and then were hustled on our way home for fear of freezing driving conditions. Remember that even though I'm nearly fifty and have a nineteen year old child of my own, my parents still think I'm only just qualified to do ANYTHING and desperately inexperienced at EVERYTHING. It was ever thus. This is why, I suspect, that they are always so fulsome in their praise when I accomplish anything. It's always a complete surprise!
Anyway, the daughter and I are good at chatting and travelling together and it so happens that at the traffic lights, we pulled up behind this van. We glanced at it for some seconds and then, I kid you not...we looked at each other and said to each other 'hmm, that strap line doesn't help at all' and fell about laughing.
Now I realise it's not heeelarious, but as neither of us have a clue what an acutator or indeed a dashpot is, the market appeal of this apparent advertising isn't universal, huh! Oh my, we did try, based on the company name, to decide what they did. Closest we got was that actuators are something to do with mechanical engineering...and dashpots..well, you can imagine. No doubt there are lots of you that know and will enlighten me, but meanwhile, enjoy the idea of us giggling like fools whilst we pondered the merits of sign writing and the odd dashpot.
Linking this to Annie's Smiles. Gotta love an excuse to share a smile.