No it’s not.
Ugly horrible birds.:shock:
Not in the least Spitty, gobbledygook is the language of politicians, and a politican you sure ain’t, after hearing two years of gobbledygook one should be on ones knees thanking God you’re just a perfectly normal headcase like the rest of us. 
I’ll leave yiz with this I typed earlier and put aside in case I’d forget it.
I was chatting to Larry the barman in me local last night, I know Larry a long time, since he was a lounge boy serving the tables in the lounge, he often confides in me, I have one of those sympathetic faces everyone wants to heap their woes on. He’s about 50 now and he was telling that his mother, a widow for fifteen years and in her mid seventies, got married last week. That’s great says I, I wish him and her long life and happiness.
He went on to tell me she was very upset that her two married daughters boycotted the wedding, she has two daughters and Larry her only son. Larry was very supportive to her all the way and she appreciated that, her new husband (a widower) had been with her for over ten years before they married and they had known each other since childhood, she sold her big house in a very desirable area for a seven figure sum and they are now living in his small cottage. There wasn’t a bleep out of the daughters and everyone got on great, until the older couple announced they were getting married.
Anyway as I suspected this is all about money/inheritance and the two daughters were expecting a cash bonanza on the back of the house deal, but they have a shock in store, the old lady told Larry she has made a new will, that she intends to go on a World cruise and spend spend spend, anything left when she pops off will go to her son Larry, fair play to her I said.
That just shows me that the two daughters were not only greedy but stupid as well, had they went to the wedding and been patient they would not have scratched themselves out of the will.
Greed does not always pay off in the long run, nice contented folks like the quiet soft spoken Larry often come out smiling too.
Good Night Possums.
My story of my rat phobia tomorrow. X
Oh Jem just seen your story.
Good for her.
Happiness cannot be bought, nor loyalty.
I like that story. X
nice one Jem - is this a sort of parable - the parable of the ugly daughters or dutiful son?
Do you lot wear Christmas jumpers?
did I ever tell you about “climbing the mountains of Heung Keung”?
“Heung Keung”? That wouldn’t be anywhere near Mick Gilligans Cottage at the foot of the Mourne mountains would it Gummy, no, I didn’t think so, but we’d love to hear all about it, fire ahead.
Sweetie I haven’t worn a Christmas jumper in years now, though I wear one of them stupid paper hats at the dinner table just to please the wife. The grandkids got me a festive jumper when they were nippers and I wore it for a couple of Christmas’s, it had Santa on it and he was drinking a pint of Guinness, very appropriate and thoughtful of them I thought. Phyllis has a Santa suit she dons when serving the dinner, she really enjoys that, she’s very efficient with a room full of hungry diners.
A new girl started work in a popular bookshop in town, she was very enthusiastic about her new job and was always willing to please, but she was a little on the daft side.
One day a middle-aged man came in and asked her for a copy of the New Testament, she smiled and said “I’m very sorry Sir, we do have the Old Testament but as far as I know the new one is not out yet, maybe if you come back next week it might be in” 
Aww Jem you always make me smile.
Best I do that now, as I am going to the dentist soon.
A question for Pugsy.
Why are all snow flakes different?
Hello,all.
I’m sat here sorting out ‘stuff’ pertaining to the next-and final-lecture this year.
it’s to be a participatory one…which means the students have to either demonstate or formulate theorums. BUT…I was somewhat sidetracked by this rather amazing portable telecommunications device that is [at mo] in my posession. I’m using it to ‘sync’ physics data from the laptop,to take to the final lecture. BUT [he said,starting a sentence with a preposition-always a big no,no] this thing is amazing. It takes vids & photos in either HEIF or JPG,according to how one sets it,it instantly syncs with both Google & ‘icloud’ to preserve all photos & videos,it can tell who you are just by you looking at it,thus passords are defunct-and it has a HUGE 256gb memory!
…suddenly,my trusty Nokia 3310 seems just a tad outgunned…
[oh-besties,re the dentist,SP!]
A new phone at last Pugsy. Xxxx
Yay I am pleased for you. X
Ah. GOOD question Sweets-and one that is often asked.
It actually comes down to a formulaic proposal called ‘Degrees of separation’. Each year,around the globe,approximately 1-followed-by-15-zeros of cubic feet of snow fall. This means in turn,1-followed-by 24-zeros of ice crystals fall to Earth,as it’s estimated that a cubic foot of snow contains circa 1 billion of these crystals.
These in turn,begin as sub-microbic dust particles in the lower asmosphere,which attach to water molecules…which are made up of 2 oxygen particles + one hydrogen particle.
Now,it’s actually the ANGLE at which this bonding takes place,that dictates the formulated shape of any given ‘snowflake’,as they form in hexagonal prisms which then ‘grow’ ice particles on each side. The final shape of that ‘snowflake’ then depends on the mean temperature,plus internalised energy-formative [shape formation] temperature differentials,PLUS the moisture of the air it drops through.
So both mean temperature AND humidity play a part in formulating the final shape. Thus,although it’s grandly held that ‘no two snowflakes are the same’,in truth,physics has shown that the pure diversity regarding probability of ‘final shape’ is in fact NOT non-existent,but the pure number of variables in shape probably actually outnumber the number of ATOMS in our ‘known’ universe!!! So-the likelyhood of identical snowflakes being found on the same PLANET,let alone in the same snowmound,really ARE ‘infinitesimal’.
I bet I just [as usual] bored you to sleep,Sweetie. SORRY,hon.
[pps…I wrote it as ‘snowflake’, because scientifically,there’s no such thing.
‘Snowflake’ is a simplification name for a complex particle formation,used to simplify it]
Oh. She’s gone.
SEE? I know EXACTLY how to remain unwanted,uncourted,unloved,unsort…
Silly Pugsy I went to the dentist. xxxx
Thank you for explaining, I have always wondered. xxx
I am very lucky to have such a clever friend as you Pugsy Bear. xxxxx
Talking of parables, I love the old bible stories, especially the old testament and although they have been fiddled with and changed to suit those in power over the centuries, there is still a grain of truth to be found in them. I like to imagine meself as a fly on the wall, observing what’s going on and try to compare it with life today.
Noah and his Sons.
“The Sons of Noah who went forth from the ark were Shem, Ham, and Japheth. Ham was the father of Canaan. These three were the sons of Noah; and from these the whole earth was peopled. Noah was the first tiller of the soil. He planted a vineyard; and he drank of the wine, and became drunk, and lay uncovered in his tent. And Ham, the father of Canaan, saw the nakedness of his father, and told his two brothers outside.Then Shem and Japheth took a garment, laid it upon both their shoulders, and walked backward and covered the nakedness of their father; their faces were turned away, and they did not see their father’s nakedness. When Noah awoke from his wine and knew what his youngest son had done to him, he said, “Cursed be Canaan; a slave of slaves shall he be to his brothers.” He also said, “Blessed by the LORD my God be Shem; and let Canaan be his slave. God enlarge Japheth, and let him dwell in the tents of Shem; and let Canaan be his slave.” After the flood Noah lived three hundred and fifty years. All the days of Noah were nine hundred and fifty years; and he died. (Genesis 9:18-29)”
Take that one above of Noah getting sloshed for example, nothing unusual about a fella having a few after toiling all day, but taking off all ones clothes an having a nap in a tent is strange. It doesn’t say why he took off his clothes, that bit must have been censored, my guess is that Noah was so busy helping his sons “people” the world he hadn’t got time to put on his clothes at all.
The way I heard this story when at school was that when Ham saw Daddy lying there in his pelt he starting laughing, I suppose I would have laughed too if I was Ham, the two other sons didn’t see the humour in it so they walked backwards towards Noah and covered him up then walked forwards so they did not have to look look upon the offending sight, and who could blame them, Noah was about 200 years old at the time. The only lesson I learned there was that Noah couldn’t take a joke.
When Noah wakes up and is informed of his nakedness whilst ossified he’s only fit to be tied, like a raging Bull he curses Ham’s son Canaan and all his offspring for eternity and makes him a slave to the other two, that’s a bit over the top ain’t it? If that’s the way gargle affects him he’d be better off seeing a Druid/High Priest or whatever they had back then, take the pledge and sell the vineyard, I can’t abide those who drink and take their hangovers out on others.
Canaan was eventually banished and his mother packed a few cheese sandwiches for his journey, as he started out his unhappily married mother shouts after him “Do you want Ham with that my son?” No thanks ma, he’s all yours now” (sorry I couldn’t resist that)
Sorry Pugsy, JBR is the inhouse authority on Snowflakes.
What a lovely way Jem portrays a story.
Spitty I mean the real ones. X
Not that I want any. Lol
So do I.