Potatoes from my Bro J's garden, some of which had grown in to rude and amusing shapes...
I hadn't seen this chap since he was a little baby. He was 2 in June.
My Beloved Spaceman goes in to hospital tomorrow morning for planned surgery. When I was telling his half a sister I said it feels all wrong. He's the strong one, the one who never gets anything worse than a cold or a hangover, the one who looks after us. She understood and didn't tell me not to be so bloody selfish!
Even though I am well supported by the others who live here in the Rift, Dazzle_Dust is coming down for a few days for my comfort and joy and to distract The Divine Daughter. Truly I am blessed....
Right! The title has nothing to do with the picture and the text has nothing to do with either. But if you want to guess the song in my head.... It's like a horrible 80s lyrical acid experience.
I met a person through work the other day who seemed to be really OK. In the context of what we were doing they put my photo on their blog and sent me a link so I went there and commented... Anyway, my dilemma.. Should I reciprocate and tell this person about my blog and give them the link? I pretty much never do with work related people but I feel I might like to.. Or would this reveal too much about my life/attitudes outside of work? I actually quite liked this person, something I almost never do on first meeting someone. (I have trust issues, it takes me a while.)
What should I do? The lines are open, cast your votes.
NB: I won't be giving anyone a link to moblog until the current difficulties are sorted out.
I won't eat margarine, neither would my mother or my grandmother. These butter spreads are margarine by another name and I won't eat them either. However, butter is a sod to deal with, like a brick in winter and like a patch of oil in summer so other members of my household prefer this stuff. Every time I make them a sandwich or spread them a piece of toast I am reminded of the poem that features in the film *The way to the stars* and includes the line *better by far*. In term time I get up extremely early and make packed lunches for BS and DD. My mother who was in the RAF during the last world war and loved the film *The way to the stars* would be delighted to hear me reciting this poem at 6.30 am...
FOR JOHNNY
Do not despair.........For Johnny-head-in-air;
He sleeps as sound.....As Johnny underground.
Fetch out no shroud....For Johnny-in-the-cloud;
And keep your tears....For him in after years.
Better by far..........For Johnny-the-bright-star,
To keep your head......And see his children fed.
John Pudney
(And for my Twisted Sister who knows this poem too....)
27th Jul 2009, 20:54
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The rope swing is looking a bit neglected.
