Wednesday, 30 September 2009

On tour Day 1

The drive to Carlisle ............we left late - wow - no surprise there. Wills handled us beautifully -got us gone without a fight or arguement.

Trixxie - the lorry kindly lent to us by Emma and Cat did us proud...........she purred along getting us to Greenlands EC at about 11.00 p.m.

Ludo and Ruby - canine security team - were brilliant. Slept all the way - btw just noticed that Ludo spelt differently spells LOUD ............freudian there methinks.

We were met at the unearthly hour by Wilf the owner of Greenlands who was charm itself. Copy had a snack and bedded down and so did we.

The rest of the gang arrive tomorrow.

Sunday, 13 September 2009

Hola............

A greeting and wide eyed smile to you all from Plama.

Sarah has been waxing lrically about how Laura and Lady went yesterday. Jane had her first session with Ruben. Faye, Tibby and Daisy all got on famously.


A saying or two

St Peter’s Square - I know he is.

and

Tolkien is hobbit forming.

Then the sign

At the dry cleaners:
"We do not tear your clothing with machinery. We do it carefully by hand."

On a shopping mall marquee:
"Archery Tournament -- Ears pierced"


WOMEN’S RULES OF SEX

We don't have to pass gas to amuse ourselves.

If we forget to shave, no one has to know.












Saturday, 12 September 2009

:)

Morning T :)

Thursday, 10 September 2009

Austrian visitors

We have some vistors from Austria today - looking forward to seeing them.

Good luck Tora with the dentist today.

Shed loads to do before the weekend and so little time to do it all.

Good to see Robert, Gill, Bex , Ray, Hannah, Ren , Mandy and crew ............missed Cat. :(



A saying or two

Warm baths do not cure insomnia. A bottle of Muscadet and a large Jack Daniels cures insomnia..

and

24 hours in a day. 24 cans in a tray of beer. Coincidence?

Then the sign

In a Paris hotel elevator:


"Please leave your values at the front desk."


Advertisement at a gas station, between San Francisco and Los Angeles on
Interstate 5:


"Kids with gas eat free!"

WOMEN’S RULES OF SEX


It’s all very well trying to “talk it through.” But its tricky when most men would rather scrub the kitchen floor during a test match than discuss anything emotional.




Wednesday, 9 September 2009

bin day

They always get here at bout 7.00 a.m. make a noise wake the B'n'Bers and then drive off as if they are in a formula 23 GP .......rant over - rubbish gone and day started.

Tora returned to the nest with a painful toothache/infection/abscess - get well soon T

Ziggy went great for Sarah.

Heather Moffet visited and rode Copy - she had a ball - see her comment on the Intelligent Horsmanship DG (discussion Group)

Gill you are awesome - you know why - respect.

Lou - I love ya.

Had great fun with my Mum, brother , his family , old friends from Austria Ruth, Helly and their family - looking forward to seeing you all on Thursday.

Topping nearly done - lawns cut.

A saying or two

I didn’t lose my marbles, I gave them away.

and

Nothing succeeds like a parrot.

Then the sign

Note at the bottom of the menu of a German restaurant:
"After the main course we suggest that you sample the tart of the house"



WOMEN’S RULES OF SEX


What word describes the practice of being married to only one man at a time. Mono-something. Ah … Monotony.

“Women might be able to fake orgasms, but men can fake whole relationships.” (Sharon Stone).


Monday, 7 September 2009

a little ditty to set the week off

The Australian Poetry Competition had come down to two finalists, a
university graduate and an old aboriginal.

They were given a word, then allowed two minutes to study the word and come up with a poem that contained the word.

The word they were given was ' TIMBUKTU '

First to recite his poem was the university graduate.
He stepped up to the microphone and said:

Slowly across the desert sand
Trekked a lonely caravan
Men on camels two by two
Destination - Timbuktu

There was rapturous applause.

No way could the old aboriginal top that, they thought..

The old aboriginal calmly made his way to the microphone and recited:


Me and Tim a huntin' went
Met three whores in a pop up tent
They were three, and we was two
So I bucked one, and Timbuktu

The aboriginal won.


Proper blog to follow :)