One thing our Spitty did, was frighten the bats away. He will know what I mean.
spittie what’s all this about bats and SP heh - come on lad can’t keep anything from us
Spitty will only say they flew off.
Maybe Tinkerbell knows.
that’s what the vicars daughter said to the sailor !
You know everyfink.
I used to be a vicar!
Fibber. Your nose will grow.
bless you my child - may yours too!
Did you sneeze?
Did you know Paul McCartney played at the Cavern club today?
pics would be nice or a url? - otherwise I don’t believe you!
Diaries from OZ - occasional?
Wedding days are here again – 4 sausages fried for breakie – cut into very small soldiers and dipped in hot English mustard – god it makes me cry but I do love it! The man commeth today to inspect the fire breaks and decide whether they need trimming – I use the term trimming in the loosest possible way – mauling is probably closer to the truth! – well the missus said today can you tidy up a bit outside – well I looked and all looked tidy – and therein lies the nub – tidy to one is very untidy to another – I’ve never seen it looking tidier for ages but there is a clue – the man cometh today to inspect the firebreaks and in her mind will be very critical of an untidy patio – feck – give me feckin strength!
Then it arrived the secondhand yard blower from somewhere – anything they are throwing out comes our way – it’s called spoils of war. So now I, ME ,MYSELF can blow the yard – how marvelous! watching the Muskateers I must go back to the beginning and watch them all – marvelous history of the times and religions and romance! – just don’t like the way that the high ladies flattened their chests! It is lovely not having to do the taxi run although I am still around but can relax. Hit the sack early I think? It’s all a blur!
Turds day and what a wonderful one too – sitting on the porch at 9,30am and still cool with a lovely fresh breeze – I do hope you are all enjoying your Australian weather – we sent it just for you – [do you remember fainting in HK due to salt depletion?] please ignore this bit very personal!
Watched a bush turkey cross the drive just now – magnificent bird really and edible – evil lookin mind like a crow with a long tail like a peacock. The dogs missed it – well two dogs went missing as usual – came back exhausted from somewhere – probably devouring a kanga leg or tail somewhere in the bush – they do die off in there and the dogs can sure find them. Still waiting for my car return and so no taxi runs still and to sleep in until 7am is bliss!
I am ready for a new bottling session but that can wait until the w/end – you can do it too early and too fresh. The firebreaks were done yesterday – did I mention that before? It really is idyllic out here no noise of traffic or people only the occasionally bark from one of four dogs – usually just the one yappie Chihuahua! [ I pronounce it chi - hua - hua! sounds like a mexican dancer] perfect day and a cool 31C
You paint a clear picture of a day in the bush Gummy. I’m afraid all that silence and dust wouldn’t be my cup of tea, I like to hear the city sounds, cars going by, children playing on the street, old men and women talking bullshit in the pubs, chancers trying to sing in pubs, and feel solid concrete under me feet when I walk. I did see a stray white cat cross the shed roof this morning, inedible I’m afraid.
Here’s a nice photo of how I imagine you waiting for the next wild turkey to pass.;-)
RJ is a real gentleman and is badly missed, he has a great gift of spinning a yarn, a sense of humour of just the right temperature, and a truly unique writing style.
As he won’t be here on this thread I do hope he starts up a new thread so we can continue to enjoy his posts.
I never tell fibs.
Lovely posts today. I love them, this thread is getting back on track. I will contribute a story later, I have some flying around to do first.
yep that’s about right!
…might help if he were to power-up the screen,Sweetisima [xxx]
Trying to write a post without offending anyone is becoming harder by the day Sweetie, I do me best and if anyone is offended it was certainly not intentional, it was never in me to offend in the first place.:-)
Ah! a smoking skeleton, nice to know you can have a smoke in peace when your dead, something to look forward to, I must remind Phyllis to put a couple of packets into me coffin, knowing her she’d probably forget the matches, could you imagine how terrifying it would be to wake up in your coffin six foot under and not have a match to light your smoke? Reminds me of the old Hamlet cigars ads.
Jem,today,it’s become ‘de rigeur’ to LOOK for things at which one can pretend to be offended. It’s the age of compensation claims,m’man.
ANY legal company that willingly advertises themselves as a ‘‘no win,no fee’’ company,you can bet your sweet chuff spends INTENSE amounts of time studying ways and subjects within which a tiny grammatical error can result in a HUGE payout. let alone saying something as dramatically heart-stopping as ‘I own a cuddly golliwog’’…oh,the PAIN,the INTENSITY of the trauma,at hearing that…eh? …worth AT LEAST a zillion pounds sterling in compensation!!! [plus court costs,natch]
Ok, are you sitting comfortably? Then I will begin. x
Starting school.
If you can remember, I was rebellious at a very young age, but by the time it came to start school, I was ready.
My Mother had taught me to read and write before I started school, I devoured the books at the library, hungry for more and more stories about Princesses and such stuff, before moving on to Enid Blyton.
I had seen and chatted with the children at the library, so I had started to want company in my little life. I liked boys better, always have.
So at the age of five, I started school, I liked this boy a little older than I called Michael, he was my bestest friend. Because I could read, the school placed me in with the seven-year-olds for reading.
I thought I had done something wrong, my class were all staring and whispering. I got upset until I saw Michael, he was my friend, he sat next to me. The other children segregated themselves???
So our friendship developed.
My Mother was now pregnant with my brother, so after a few months of starting school, I was allowed to walk with the other children and their Mothers. But, Michael spotted me, and we walked together, gradually losing sight of the others. After about a year, when I had made friends with girls too. I was allowed to walk alone to school, Michael would meet me at the top of my road. This was fine until my parents discovered he came from the council estate. Good grief my parents were such snobs! So I pretended that I was walking with the posh girl at the top of our road.
Michael used to show off on the way to school, he used to tease this dog with a brown nose, the dog went crazy, then we would run off.
One day the owners had left the gate unlocked, Michael did his usual taunting, but as we ran off, the dog came belting up the road and bit him on his arse!!! He had to go to the nurse at school, and our parents were told. You can guess the rest.