Something is needed to guide us on our way.
Gummy I believe that’s what you’re trying to say.
But don’t l.ook. in my direction
For sane introspection
Cos I’ve completely lost my way
Shall I make tea?
We could mull things over.
Don’t follow me, I’m lost too.
Has anyone seen my Jabberwocky?
will in a way - but we were guiding each other very eloquently in the beginning - perhaps we’ve just become too…what’s the word I’m trying to get out??
and it is nice to see all the newcomers - sad about losing the oldcomers though don’t you think?
today is mothers day down udder 'ere like - is it the same up there?? My MIL came with her other half who is gardening for us at the moment - I hate getting soil under my finger nails!
they brought some homemade scones and cream and jam - I don’t normally eat cake so enjoyed for a change. we dragged the DIL out of bed and all had a good laugh together. the weather is absolutely glorious with cool breezes and no higher than 30C which believe me is cool for us.
all aircons are now off until the wet season again and sleeping outside in a tent would be enough to freeze the bbbbbbb…off of a brass monkey.
DIL is flying to Perth tomorrow so I will be up at 4.30am pick her up from just across the way at 4.45 with her young sprat and deliver them down the road to the corner of the highway were she can pick up the bus to broome and flight to perth. all services are provided in the countryside here!
so no more taxiing her to work each morn for a week - yeh!
The word is maybe…FLIPPANT !!! (posting for the sake of it)
Is there such a word as postaholic. If there isn’t I invented it 
heh solo you were there at the start were you not - have you seen a change in mood??- now be brutally honest - I have all the kitchen knives sharpened - NO not for you dear!!:shock:
Couldn’t fail to notice the change and it has been mentioned before. I have stayed with Leisurely Scribbles for peace, quiet, no hassle and hopefully for a smile from some of the wittier interesting posts. I have faith it will, as Jem says, sort itself out.
New comers may not realise just how long this thread has been entertaining us with witty stories and anecdotes.for those that choose to look in. You only have to read back parts 1,2,3,4 from over the years to understand what I mean.
Oh thank you kind Polo - a breath of fresh air - I remember the morecombe and wise show when they had the beatles on for the first time I think and maybe the last - eric kept shouting up at the drummer " helllllo bongo" - brought the house down.
yes we need to take ourselves in hand - or a hand to ourselves and smooth it all out - I do appreciate our leader Jimbo - and lone rider Spittoon - and our bard of course RJ rosevelt junior - and then there were how many - oh yes pugnacious the terrier dog - and of course dear Miss american pie - and our newcomer fruit and nut case - have I missed anyone - apart from gumnuts in may - eh thenk yuz ; I thenk yuz dearly - oh and our inspector miss M as in bond with a gold finger - oops that hurt that time - Jimbo you said that gold wouldn’t hurt very much??
I agree with you Solo, past parts were amazingly witty, a continuous flow of words that drew you to them for their repartee. I hope it doesn’t turn into another chat thread and lose its uniqueness 
It’s gained Unquietness Mags, one feels forced to think.
Oh God, not serious stuff again, one should only be serious when one has to be.;-)
I can’t see any difference, barring the fact that we are all that bit older than we were at the beginning, one just flows along with the mood and the times that are in it, say what’s on your mind when you feel like it, take a holiday when you feel like it, paint a fence when you feel like it, take a drink when you feel like it, drop dead when you feel like it, there is no compulsion or pressure to do anything, the important words being “When you feel like it”
For example, I have lost two valuable back teeth since then, I really miss them badly for grinding up me apples and pears, I love plenty of fresh fruit, now you never heard me moaning about that did you? I’m a great believer of suffering in silence, after all nobody really want’s to hear or gives a shit about my pains and aches, they all have their own to worry about so why bother them.
What’s gone is gone and lost forever, and as me Granny used to say to old folks who yearned for their youth and bygone times “Spare a thought for all those who never reached your age”
All together now.
If I Had My Life to Live Over.
Lou Rawls
As I review my life with you
Since the days of old
I wouldn’t think of changing things
For all the World and its gold
If I had my life to live over
I’d do the same things again
I’d still want to roam
Near the place we called home
Where my happiness never would end
I’d meet you when school days were over
And we’d walk through the lanes we once knew
If I had my life to live over
I’d still fall in love with you
If I had my life to live over
I’d do the same things again
I’d still want to roam
Near that place we called home
Where my…
In the words of Jackie Gleeson “How sweet it is" 
I have just looked out of a glazed hole in a wall to discover dusk has descended. From wenceslas it has descended I do not know.
Where is it before it descends? Is it up there all day until it is needed, or does it just form or materialise at the varying hour of day and then slowly drop upon the darkening landscape?
How does it know what time to begin its descent, since it will be a different time all over the world, every day? Is it the same dusk all over the world, or is it split up into different dusk particles, and apportioned and partitioned according to its required placement?
Morning. Well this arrives promptly every day at exactly nothing past midnight, and ends at exactly noon, just as nuncheon is being served. Even allowing for BST and all that mucking about with time, it still manages to arrive at exactly the precise moment it is supposed to.
But dusk operates to a variable horological schedule, dependant on location and time, and even weather. How does it know? How are all these variabubbles factored in?
Actually, the exact time that dusk arrives, from where, for how long, and when it ends is never announced by anyone. Neither news anchors (did I say that right) or knowledgeable weather seers. Is this a government conspiracy perchance, keeping us in the, er, half light and fading of the gloaming?
I think serious questions need to be asked about this. More importantly, will any of it be affected by breggsit?
Indeed Fruity, questions should be asked in the house, dusk seems to be making a habit of descending all over the place willy nilly, dilly dilly, why only last Friday evening as I was making my way to the local it descended on me and nearly sent me flying to the pavement, have you noticed it seems to be getting heavier?
Where does Bregg sit anyway? at the right hand of God?
I enjoyed the nostalgia, on here today, seems there is more perspiration than inspiration of late, I blame the AI.
Ah it’s nose algia ya want is it warick man?? - bring him a pound and a half of nose algia - now you put a small amount on the back of ya hand - no not front back! - and thens ya sniff it in like the dusk that fruity was talkin about and there ya have it a big gulp of nose algia - it clears the head ; stops the flu and sometimes can bring tears to ya eyes.
one of me tiny pleasures these days is watching the sun go down at approximate 4.45 or 6 pm - I sit outside under the car porch with me glass of homemade beer and a bowl of bacci - sometimes music sometimes not and just watch the sun go down over the west coast of you know where!
the dogs wander around aimlessly waiting for their evening meal - we have four know - two of our own and two ‘blow ins’ - and then I often continue to sit and slowly slowly wait for the dusk and sniff it in - as fruity says - it just descends and we have no control over it - but we can watch its beauty - oh dear he’s gettin all soppy again - and its droppin in me beer and dilutin it! 
Hi again because it’s 6am and dawn is just breaking - there’s another funny pheno…fenim… appenin - dawn breakin - without a sound too - and I have nought to do I started scribblin and discovered that at present on OFF we have approx 32 members onsite doin summat and 312 guests viewing because that’s all they can do - how amazing - almost as amazing as dawn breakin!
Well now you’ve got me talkin again! – all this talk about dusk and sunsets etc got me musing. I once lived in a typical Kimberley house – raised on stilts [pugise will know the real name for them] in an attempt to prevent white ant invasion. I would frequently sit on the front verandah at 2am in the morn – with a cigar and glass of bourbon and just enjoy the total peace and quiet. We were quite close to a main road which during the day was always busy. I could look across and see the lights of the all night café and petrol station and a few night revelers going home from somewhere. But it was essentially peaceful. I had done this for some time but one morn noticed this gossamer like mist rising up through the floor boards all around me from the ground under the patio. For me it was magic – it just did what it had to do – probably ignoring me until the night air had warmed a little and the process ceased. It was an experience that I enjoyed immensely as I did my cigar and bourbon – NO music just mist [dew I believe] and cigar smoke! The entire house was surrounded by trees – I could see through at those walking by but in the shadows I was invisible.
Yep this dawn and dusk certainly triggers the old grey memory matter. That Prince Charming never found me even though I kept that matching crystal shoe safely stowed in the toilet cistern for many years. 
.
In search of Cinderella
From dusk to dawn,
From town to town,
Without a single clue,
I seek the tender, slender foot
To fit this crystal shoe.
From dusk to dawn,
I try it on
Each damsel that I meet.
And I still love her so, but oh,
I’ve started hating feet.
Shel Silversteins
ah one of my favorite poets and song writers and of course we must mention Dr Hook too - musn’t we??
Ah,yes.
‘M’…a superb bastion of principle and avoidance of frivolity.
I recall being in the HQ of MI6.5 one afternoon when she asked ‘Q’ to demonstrate a cunning device that he’d just invented for spies in difficult circs. “Right,pay attention,22/7”, he said…“Y’see this pen? Hmm? JUST a pen,you’d think,eh? And rightly so,for that’s what it is”…
…“But turn it upside-down and you can see her tits!”
I remember thinking at the time "Cor,the evil gumbud would faint if he were to be subjected to such excitement! After all,he nearly destroyed the world in his excitement at getting an ‘Etch-a-Sketch’ for Christmas!