Its still working.....seven months into 2007 and the bad luck remains stuck in the groove!
The Jeep has failed its MOT in truly spectacular style! The estimate for the repairs exceeds £1200, the next day my car failed as well! ********* choose any swear word you like I think I have probably used a few in the last couple of days!! The roof on the sheep trailer fell in as well....now we have sides and no roof but no Jeep to pull it anyway!!
On the plus side the shearers have been AT LAST! The girls look very smart now...but will probably get pneumonia because the temperature has dived again and yes ...its raining ..AGAIN! I was at work so missed the fun...first time I have ever missed it! We tore off into mid Wales last weekend to find some more Torddu sheep ...found some beautiful young ladies but in view of above unexpected financial drain have had to ring and cancel the order...grrrrr!
I have only just realised that our holiday is creeping up very fast...I thought we had a couple of weeks to get ready ......Errrr NO! Next Friday night we have got to be packed and ready for the off first thing on Saturday morning to Dorset!!! That sort of came round very fast without me looking!
Youngest son decided to have a one man mutiny this week as well and flatly refused to go for his interview for a back up place at a local College! My baby pulled himself up to his full 6 feet and just said firmly and quietly...'I AM NOT GOING' ...there was me spluttering and squawking all over the place...and.......he never went!! Fingers crossed he gets the place at his first choice ...because he has not got a fall back position now! The girlfriend and the little green bracelet have been relegated to a 'no go' area. They have gone!
Middle son is like a caged animal...still off work after hand operation and his girlfriend is in Spain on a girlie holiday, our last conversation went like, 'Have you heard from O?' ......'Yep...and before you ask... she says she's behaving herself and thinking of me ...and do I believe her....nope!' wish I'd never asked.
The mines in the village are open on Sunday...could be good for a laugh ...they are all full of water..so we are having a mini market for local produce and crafts. That would be fine except all I have got for my stall are four jars of burnt marmalade, the fruit in the garden is covered in mildew and I haven't got a vehicle to find a PYO that may be open if not under water!
Can't get the image thing to open tonight.... so no pictures of woolly women after visit to hairdressers!
Oooooooooooooooooooh I give up where's the bottle opener!!!!!
Friday, 13 July 2007
Sunday, 8 July 2007
Well the title thing doesn't work...again ....but then it did yesterday when I had finished ....weird!
I do not seem to be able to log on to the new skool site...but won't panic just yet! Its all toooooo much for this hour on a Sunday! I wanted to ask Mountainear how she does raspberries in Vodka...or how long to leave them for? But I can't find her either!
My cauldrons are boiling...blackcurrant jam and gooseberry and elderflower jam ...went picking fruit yesterday in the SUNSHINE....the real McCoy no less!! It was a lovely day the heat was bouncing up off the grass....talking of grass we thought of offering the lawns up as a silage crop....stripes? Don't be daft there's wild animals hiding in that! Elephants at least!! We found the damson tree had blown down at the top of the garden ...bang goes the damson jam...but here's to some logs for the log burner!
Anyway why I'm here on a Sunday morning is a bit of a rant and hopefully to allay some fears for Funkymunky and a bit more about my "little girl" who stays with us for one week each year.
Firstly I hope this does not offend anyone...I try to be politically correct but may fail. I am not racist in any way shape or form, I was brought up in a lovely atmosphere by well read parents who had friends of all colours and creeds and I hope I have brought my boys up in a similar fashion.
As you may have read yesterday Tanysha is of mixed race and she is extremely attractive. She has had to leave college because of racism taunts from the Asian community. That is what she wrote in her letter and I make no comment.
We were on a trip to London one year ...I think she was about 13 at the time. We had a lovely day in London..a first time trip for Tanysha and youngest son and indeed himself. Me? ...Hell I had lived there for a little while when working there..an awful long time ago. We did the sites, had a ride on an open top bus and even went into Lambeth Palace...well it was a Church organised trip.
The day passed and we were soon on the way back to the Midlands along the motorway when we stoppped for a comfort break. We decided to get drinks and found a table outside in the sun. Thinking about the length of the journey we still had ahead I decided us ladies had better find the facilities and off we strolled. We were actually walking with linked arms chattering away or rather T was chattering and I was probably laughing. There were numerous other coaches parked and lots of people sitting in the sun.
As we passed a group of tables where a group of elderly ladies sat resplendant in jewel coloured saris like a collection of exotic birds one leaned forward and spat at my feet! Charming I thought...ignored it and carried on! It happened at least three more times and I was getting a tad cross!!! We rached the safety of the ladies and I stood there fuming...'what the hell was all that about?' Tanysha hung her head...'its because of me..my mum gets it all the time'.......I was mortified......it appears that because she is obviously mixed race.....and her mother...on this occassion they assumed it was me...is white...therefore her father is obviously black.....are you still with me? Well apparently the elderly ladies of Asian or West Indian origin disapprove of white ladies mixing with black men.....very no go!!!...And boy do they make their feelings known! I was absolutely horrified!
We strolled back ...linked arms and heads held high...and yes we were spat at...that often I lost count!
So it appears this 'racism' has now fouled up this very bright young girl's education ...and not one to take things lying down I am today writing to her mother to tentatively offer her a few alternatives.....I hope she will not be offended.
...and I sincerely hope I have not offended anyone who may read this....I have just simply told it as it was.
I do not seem to be able to log on to the new skool site...but won't panic just yet! Its all toooooo much for this hour on a Sunday! I wanted to ask Mountainear how she does raspberries in Vodka...or how long to leave them for? But I can't find her either!
My cauldrons are boiling...blackcurrant jam and gooseberry and elderflower jam ...went picking fruit yesterday in the SUNSHINE....the real McCoy no less!! It was a lovely day the heat was bouncing up off the grass....talking of grass we thought of offering the lawns up as a silage crop....stripes? Don't be daft there's wild animals hiding in that! Elephants at least!! We found the damson tree had blown down at the top of the garden ...bang goes the damson jam...but here's to some logs for the log burner!
Anyway why I'm here on a Sunday morning is a bit of a rant and hopefully to allay some fears for Funkymunky and a bit more about my "little girl" who stays with us for one week each year.
Firstly I hope this does not offend anyone...I try to be politically correct but may fail. I am not racist in any way shape or form, I was brought up in a lovely atmosphere by well read parents who had friends of all colours and creeds and I hope I have brought my boys up in a similar fashion.
As you may have read yesterday Tanysha is of mixed race and she is extremely attractive. She has had to leave college because of racism taunts from the Asian community. That is what she wrote in her letter and I make no comment.
We were on a trip to London one year ...I think she was about 13 at the time. We had a lovely day in London..a first time trip for Tanysha and youngest son and indeed himself. Me? ...Hell I had lived there for a little while when working there..an awful long time ago. We did the sites, had a ride on an open top bus and even went into Lambeth Palace...well it was a Church organised trip.
The day passed and we were soon on the way back to the Midlands along the motorway when we stoppped for a comfort break. We decided to get drinks and found a table outside in the sun. Thinking about the length of the journey we still had ahead I decided us ladies had better find the facilities and off we strolled. We were actually walking with linked arms chattering away or rather T was chattering and I was probably laughing. There were numerous other coaches parked and lots of people sitting in the sun.
As we passed a group of tables where a group of elderly ladies sat resplendant in jewel coloured saris like a collection of exotic birds one leaned forward and spat at my feet! Charming I thought...ignored it and carried on! It happened at least three more times and I was getting a tad cross!!! We rached the safety of the ladies and I stood there fuming...'what the hell was all that about?' Tanysha hung her head...'its because of me..my mum gets it all the time'.......I was mortified......it appears that because she is obviously mixed race.....and her mother...on this occassion they assumed it was me...is white...therefore her father is obviously black.....are you still with me? Well apparently the elderly ladies of Asian or West Indian origin disapprove of white ladies mixing with black men.....very no go!!!...And boy do they make their feelings known! I was absolutely horrified!
We strolled back ...linked arms and heads held high...and yes we were spat at...that often I lost count!
So it appears this 'racism' has now fouled up this very bright young girl's education ...and not one to take things lying down I am today writing to her mother to tentatively offer her a few alternatives.....I hope she will not be offended.
...and I sincerely hope I have not offended anyone who may read this....I have just simply told it as it was.
Saturday, 7 July 2007
She's coming!!!!!
OK so I can't get the title thing to work....who cares!
I am jumping about like a madwoman.....as though those ants have been at me again from last week...but I do have good reason! She's coming!
No title ..starting at the end...you can tell I'm on another planet!
Thirty years ago down in the village in the valley a scheme started through the Churches...I think Chirbury Church were the actual founders...for a holiday for the deprived children of a family support centre in Birmingham. Every year on the first Saturday of the summer holidays a bus would arrive and disgorge a band of children from about 3 to 16 years old, all dressed in vibrant colours, of every race and creed, some wore the sari and had caste marks, some were just down at heel with nothing to carry to last them the week. A few years ago the support centre folded but the link remained through the local school in that area. The numbers have dwindled over the past few years whether this is due to the extensive Police checking that the host families are now having to undertake or whether there is no longer the level of poverty at the other end I don't know but this year may be the last.
We started in the scheme when eldest was about five, we had moved back into my home village to help my parents who by then were in their seventies and become infirm. Matthew arrived off the bus and the two boys became firm friends straight away. I shall put the next bit politely....Matthew was a hoarder....every ornament, anything that wasn't actually stuck to the surface it was on or too heavy for him to move ended up spirited away in his case! Every night once he was asleep I would remove them and replace them in their rightful positions! This continued for the whole week! Matthew also had some pretty colourful language which I had to ask him to curtail and he did try but did not always succeed. The Church organised trips and functions throughout the week, we went to the seaside, on picnics, to local farms and had a good old fashioned tea party for about 100 children. I cried when the bus took them home to Birmingham...but then so did everybody else....
Matthew came again the following year...and the see saw of the ornaments carried on. N was happy having a mate for a week and they had a good time. The following year I had no option but to bow out of the scheme ...I think my father was ill...anyway Matthew went to another family in another village and we never saw him again. I often wonder what became of him...he would be 28 now!
We had a break from the scheme then for a few years until youngest son was about three..and then we started again. A little Indian girl in full proper costume arrived...she was very shy...she never spoke a word the whole week. She was probably only three or four years of age and was like a frightened rabbit. I didn't actually help matters..well nobody had told me little Indian girls do NOT sit in a bath under any account....whoops...as I had to extricate this screaming creature from the top of the shower curtain. Then I reaslised she had visitors in her mass of long blue black hair....Oh Hell! I had to contact the school for advice on how to deal with them! Then to cap it all the poor little thing went down with a tummy upset......not a week she will ever want to remember!!
Then the next year we had Tanysha...she came off the bus looking terrified...her hair in a mass of plaits, she was of mixed race with the biggest brownest eyes I have ever seen. She carried a little basket and wore a sun hat, she was just four years old. Silence.....well it lasted for about an hour...until youngest who was also four took her into the back garden to play on the toys. There was a piercing scream as she ran back into the house grabbing me round the knees screaming, 'Mum, Mum your parrot has just pinched me!!!!' Whaaaaat? we have never had a parrot....but we did have a pekin bantam cockeral that lived with the dogs after the fox took all his wives!
I have always been 'Mum' to Tanysha since that moment.
Tanysha has six brothers so is well used to the rough and tumble of a house filled with boys! When we moved here Gary was not exactly bullied but did not enjoy the company of some boys further along the track. Tanysha arrived...looking amazing as always....within an hour was outide playing on the bikes along the track....it started. Next thing was an amazing shrieking and screaming ... an occupant from every house ran out into the street to see who had been in an accident only to find Tanysha thrashing the two bully boys ..who were older and bigger than her! It was them that were screaming .....
As the years went on we decided to take our main holiday the same week as Tanysha came ...well she had seen everything there was to see around here and we were doing the same old same old year in year out. We went to Tenby and stayed in a hotel....bless her ...she was so gobsmacked by her pink lacy room she said she thought she had died and gone to heaven! Wet suits were purchased for youngest and Tanysha and they would spend every moment with body boards on the beaches! We tried different places each year along the coast and they always had a good time in the sea whatever the weather. Last year we rented a log cabin near Broadhaven beach .....it was soooooo hot! We watched foxes play on the hill opposite and badgers came to be fed at night.
Now I never know whether Tanysha is going to appear any more because she is too old at 17 to be organised by the school ..so it now really up to her. I wrote to her when I was in hospital and invited her ....off to Dorset this year for a change...and never heard a thing back. I have always told her that should she have other plans that is fine..she is always welcome at anytime ..but she has always insisted she will be coming for a holiday until we are in the old peoples home and she has to come to feed us!!!
Today the letter came back..beautifully written, she has been having problems at College due to racism taunts and has had to leave....let me at them....But she is coming on holiday and is looking forward to it and seeing Toby for the first time ....and me ..I can plan the holiday now...my family is complete again!!! Tanysha is 17 now so this will be her 13th visit!
I am jumping about like a madwoman.....as though those ants have been at me again from last week...but I do have good reason! She's coming!
No title ..starting at the end...you can tell I'm on another planet!
Thirty years ago down in the village in the valley a scheme started through the Churches...I think Chirbury Church were the actual founders...for a holiday for the deprived children of a family support centre in Birmingham. Every year on the first Saturday of the summer holidays a bus would arrive and disgorge a band of children from about 3 to 16 years old, all dressed in vibrant colours, of every race and creed, some wore the sari and had caste marks, some were just down at heel with nothing to carry to last them the week. A few years ago the support centre folded but the link remained through the local school in that area. The numbers have dwindled over the past few years whether this is due to the extensive Police checking that the host families are now having to undertake or whether there is no longer the level of poverty at the other end I don't know but this year may be the last.
We started in the scheme when eldest was about five, we had moved back into my home village to help my parents who by then were in their seventies and become infirm. Matthew arrived off the bus and the two boys became firm friends straight away. I shall put the next bit politely....Matthew was a hoarder....every ornament, anything that wasn't actually stuck to the surface it was on or too heavy for him to move ended up spirited away in his case! Every night once he was asleep I would remove them and replace them in their rightful positions! This continued for the whole week! Matthew also had some pretty colourful language which I had to ask him to curtail and he did try but did not always succeed. The Church organised trips and functions throughout the week, we went to the seaside, on picnics, to local farms and had a good old fashioned tea party for about 100 children. I cried when the bus took them home to Birmingham...but then so did everybody else....
Matthew came again the following year...and the see saw of the ornaments carried on. N was happy having a mate for a week and they had a good time. The following year I had no option but to bow out of the scheme ...I think my father was ill...anyway Matthew went to another family in another village and we never saw him again. I often wonder what became of him...he would be 28 now!
We had a break from the scheme then for a few years until youngest son was about three..and then we started again. A little Indian girl in full proper costume arrived...she was very shy...she never spoke a word the whole week. She was probably only three or four years of age and was like a frightened rabbit. I didn't actually help matters..well nobody had told me little Indian girls do NOT sit in a bath under any account....whoops...as I had to extricate this screaming creature from the top of the shower curtain. Then I reaslised she had visitors in her mass of long blue black hair....Oh Hell! I had to contact the school for advice on how to deal with them! Then to cap it all the poor little thing went down with a tummy upset......not a week she will ever want to remember!!
Then the next year we had Tanysha...she came off the bus looking terrified...her hair in a mass of plaits, she was of mixed race with the biggest brownest eyes I have ever seen. She carried a little basket and wore a sun hat, she was just four years old. Silence.....well it lasted for about an hour...until youngest who was also four took her into the back garden to play on the toys. There was a piercing scream as she ran back into the house grabbing me round the knees screaming, 'Mum, Mum your parrot has just pinched me!!!!' Whaaaaat? we have never had a parrot....but we did have a pekin bantam cockeral that lived with the dogs after the fox took all his wives!
I have always been 'Mum' to Tanysha since that moment.
Tanysha has six brothers so is well used to the rough and tumble of a house filled with boys! When we moved here Gary was not exactly bullied but did not enjoy the company of some boys further along the track. Tanysha arrived...looking amazing as always....within an hour was outide playing on the bikes along the track....it started. Next thing was an amazing shrieking and screaming ... an occupant from every house ran out into the street to see who had been in an accident only to find Tanysha thrashing the two bully boys ..who were older and bigger than her! It was them that were screaming .....
As the years went on we decided to take our main holiday the same week as Tanysha came ...well she had seen everything there was to see around here and we were doing the same old same old year in year out. We went to Tenby and stayed in a hotel....bless her ...she was so gobsmacked by her pink lacy room she said she thought she had died and gone to heaven! Wet suits were purchased for youngest and Tanysha and they would spend every moment with body boards on the beaches! We tried different places each year along the coast and they always had a good time in the sea whatever the weather. Last year we rented a log cabin near Broadhaven beach .....it was soooooo hot! We watched foxes play on the hill opposite and badgers came to be fed at night.
Now I never know whether Tanysha is going to appear any more because she is too old at 17 to be organised by the school ..so it now really up to her. I wrote to her when I was in hospital and invited her ....off to Dorset this year for a change...and never heard a thing back. I have always told her that should she have other plans that is fine..she is always welcome at anytime ..but she has always insisted she will be coming for a holiday until we are in the old peoples home and she has to come to feed us!!!
Today the letter came back..beautifully written, she has been having problems at College due to racism taunts and has had to leave....let me at them....But she is coming on holiday and is looking forward to it and seeing Toby for the first time ....and me ..I can plan the holiday now...my family is complete again!!! Tanysha is 17 now so this will be her 13th visit!
Friday, 6 July 2007
A Message for WIPSO
I can't get on to your blog site and seeing as you pop in here......
All of a sudden it clicked and with a bit of scrabble expertise I was there!! Laugh ...I very nearly had an accident!!
For anybody that is wondering what the joke is.......WIPSO has been leaving comments on my blogs and I hadn't got a clue who she was...I think she sussed me out pretty quick though!!
I can remember WIPSO all the way from junior school, the green uniform of the grammar school...and WIPSO was the bestest childminder ever to my two youngest sons!!
So WIPSO why aren't you in this purple skool instead of just peeking in now and again from over the wall....just like looking over the fence at us hoodlums playing under the conker tree at the bottom of your back garden..when your mum would't let you play with us!!! Come on in you daft bat...the water's warm! You would enjoy the homework..honest! We need to boost the Welsh marches contingent a bit more anyway...and as for Shropshire ..there's only Angel and me...(I think) There's Mountainear on the one side of the Rea valley just into Wales, me on the opposite side and WIPSO in the middle...right on the flood plain! EEEk its raining again... I hear you have got sandbags down there now! Take care!!
Mountainear is there somewhere...The Long Mountain ..from my houseTuesday, 3 July 2007
Un Peu has tagged me....
Five tried and tested ways to drag a miserable soul out into the light of day...well its all to do with the endorphins.....isn't that a lovely word....endorphin...what a lovely name for a cat..mmmm....do not go there!
Anyway these endorphin things...when you feel like you've got more jagged edges than an industrial chainsaw ...or every limb feels as though its been cross threaded... its because the endorphins are lying there in your brain like two day old lumpy, cold, grey rice pudding...the trick is to turn the little swines into pink and perky little chaps and chappesses...and you can't do that by looking at the wall... burying your head under the duvet... and alcohol makes them even worse ...soooooooooo
1 Walk......for miles and miles...I am a lucky shepherdess living slap bang in the middle of a recognised 'area of outstanding natural beauty' and whether I walk alone, with a dog or with my little walking friend it matters not because within seconds of leaving the doorstep I am aware of my surroundings and how extremely lucky I am to live here, to be able to see beauty in the countryside, to be able smell the honeysuckle and the clover, to listen to the buzzards mewing above....
2 Have a good laugh.... might not want to....may even fight against it ...but whatever it is that makes a giggle emerge.. do it, Do it well until your sides ache and the tears drip off your chin and what's the first thing you say when the breath comes back......'Ooooo I do feel better for that!'
Victoria Wood singing......'Lets do it' will get me going anytime!
3 Be busy....make jam.... a boiling cauldron and jars cooling, twinkling like jewels along the window ledge. Job satisfaction.....nothing like it. So do something constructive and really appreciate the skills that you have that enable you to knit, sew, cook, garden, paint or potter....
4 Be still and know...... I go to our little Church at the end of our track and take part in the well known rituals of a service ...and listen to the age old words and well known phrases and find comfort in knowing that my parents did this before me and theirs before them and find peace in the smell of polish, stained glass windows, old books, hymns and prayers.....and should you shy at this ... at least remember the words of Max Ehrmann's Desederata... 'do not distress yourself with imaginings...many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness..'
5 All those outstanding jobs..the ironing basket..the airing cupboard..strip the wallpaper...with the CD full on.....'Islands in the Stream'.....'Yellow'......'Bobby McGee'...'Nessun Dorma' ......I can't sing to save my life but hell I can make a lot of noise!!"!!
Mmmmmm feel better now...about that cat I need to call Endorphin......
Lucky
Angel has done it again ..there were bells ringing in the distance when I read her blog about Pepe the piddling poodle and suddenly it all came back......'Lucky'
Following divorce at 28 I moved to a little cottage that I bought myself and was so proud of. It was a mid terrace with a garden for 3 year old son to play in. At that time I had one cat and a kitten and was a bit dubious about them seeing as how the road was right outside the front door. There was a cat flap in the back door to the garden and I just hoped that the cats would use some sense and stay at the back...needless to say they did not and I would come home from work to find them sitting on the front wall watching the traffic!
Three houses away lived a family who I soon made friends with, they had cats and dogs everywhere...one cat in particular seemed to spend his time in a cardboard box on top of a wrecked car in the garage. Unfortunately every visitor to the house had to negotiate the garage to get to the door...the trick was NOT to touch the cat ...he was nasty..his name was 'Lucky'!
Sometimes when I got up in the morning I would catch the odd whiff of cat ...wondered about it and forgot about it....well both mine were neutered so it wasn't them. Winter arrived and I would leave a clothes horse around the Parkray in the kitchen at night with washing to dry. Then the trouble started.....in the mornings my washing was soaked with cat pee! Yuk! I was fit to be tied! I knew it was not my girls so one night crept down ......to find Lucky! He went out through that cat flap with a melon following him!
I had to prop something against the cat flap at night after that as soon as both mine were in...but he was determined and he would shoulder charge the barrier to get in to my washing! Then he started to become aggressive with my cats and I actually caught him in the act of trying to rip the kitten's head off! I was demented so spoke to my friend at the vets...she said ask them to get him seen to....I asked, and asked and was ignored...they did not believe in interfering with nature!
They all went to a wedding one Saturday....a quick phone call to the vet and entice Lucky into a cat basket and we were off. Operation over...kind vet says..'you will have to keep him in over night tonight' ......smiles in agreement ..thinks...not berludy likely. Back home I let him out of the basket and he had gone out through the cat flap like the hounds of hell were after him.
Problem solved!
But the best bit was when I went round a few weeks later ...I passed the nasty Lucky on top the car in the garage ...I only sort of hissed the word 'nuts' at him ..honest...he jumped straight up and went right through the perspex in the roof! They left the hole in the roof unpatched and every time I passed him I could do it....talk about revenge! To this day they have no idea what I did to Lucky...it was worth every penny!!
Hmmmm no pictures today ....it simply will not play!
Following divorce at 28 I moved to a little cottage that I bought myself and was so proud of. It was a mid terrace with a garden for 3 year old son to play in. At that time I had one cat and a kitten and was a bit dubious about them seeing as how the road was right outside the front door. There was a cat flap in the back door to the garden and I just hoped that the cats would use some sense and stay at the back...needless to say they did not and I would come home from work to find them sitting on the front wall watching the traffic!
Three houses away lived a family who I soon made friends with, they had cats and dogs everywhere...one cat in particular seemed to spend his time in a cardboard box on top of a wrecked car in the garage. Unfortunately every visitor to the house had to negotiate the garage to get to the door...the trick was NOT to touch the cat ...he was nasty..his name was 'Lucky'!
Sometimes when I got up in the morning I would catch the odd whiff of cat ...wondered about it and forgot about it....well both mine were neutered so it wasn't them. Winter arrived and I would leave a clothes horse around the Parkray in the kitchen at night with washing to dry. Then the trouble started.....in the mornings my washing was soaked with cat pee! Yuk! I was fit to be tied! I knew it was not my girls so one night crept down ......to find Lucky! He went out through that cat flap with a melon following him!
I had to prop something against the cat flap at night after that as soon as both mine were in...but he was determined and he would shoulder charge the barrier to get in to my washing! Then he started to become aggressive with my cats and I actually caught him in the act of trying to rip the kitten's head off! I was demented so spoke to my friend at the vets...she said ask them to get him seen to....I asked, and asked and was ignored...they did not believe in interfering with nature!
They all went to a wedding one Saturday....a quick phone call to the vet and entice Lucky into a cat basket and we were off. Operation over...kind vet says..'you will have to keep him in over night tonight' ......smiles in agreement ..thinks...not berludy likely. Back home I let him out of the basket and he had gone out through the cat flap like the hounds of hell were after him.
Problem solved!
But the best bit was when I went round a few weeks later ...I passed the nasty Lucky on top the car in the garage ...I only sort of hissed the word 'nuts' at him ..honest...he jumped straight up and went right through the perspex in the roof! They left the hole in the roof unpatched and every time I passed him I could do it....talk about revenge! To this day they have no idea what I did to Lucky...it was worth every penny!!
Hmmmm no pictures today ....it simply will not play!
Sunday, 1 July 2007
Street Party
The arrival of the fire eater in a wetsuit! Jack The Jester ..Shropshire Arts AliveWell Bodran I knew you were with us at our party....it rained! Did we care? Nope! Just carried on as usual well prepared for the occassion with beef stew and dumplings, vegetable curry, minted lamb, rice pudding and jam and meringues.
The bonfire smoked our eyes out and left us with a kipper feeling. However the fire eater was on top form as usual. The few fireworks we had left from the bonfire do last year went off in spectacular fashion...mountainear did you see them? It would have been a very brief interlude!
Little walking friend and I were in agony with smoky eyes and to cap it all an ant went up my trousers and I have got the bites to prove it, anyway we retired to my settee and watched 'The Long Engagement' as recommended by Un Peu whilst the kids sang football songs in the lane and everyone else got totally plastered in the rain! Little walking friend sat there with Vimto bottle full of martini and lemonade swigging away ..trying to read subtitles with no glasses.
Whilst I write this youngest is in a sleeping bag in the lounge having given up his bedroom to young lady.
I can hear movements outside which heralds 'all hands on deck' to clear up the garages retrieve the gazebo that is currently half way up an oak tree in the field, fill everybody's recycling boxes to the brim and generally tidy up.
I think our 'street party' has become quite famous in the area...either that or each house has far too many people living in it!
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