Autumn seems to be but just around the corner. The mornings have turned decidedly crisper and the two of our trees which do anything colourful have already started displaying their first blushes. Still, someone at Pilates on Friday announced that it was supposed to be 27o Celsius on Tuesday (80 F). That would be nice, but most everyone reckoned she must have been looking at the wrong country. Continue reading
The farmer’s son was returning from the market with the crate of chickens his father had entrusted to him, when all of a sudden the box fell and broke open.
Chickens scurried off in different directions, but the determined boy walked all over the neighborhood scooping up the wayward birds and returning them to the repaired crate. Hoping he had found them all, the boy reluctantly returned home, expecting the worst.
“Pa, the chickens got loose,” the boy confessed sadly, “but I managed to find all twelve of them.”
“Well, you did real good, son,” the farmer beamed, “because you only left with seven.” Continue reading
A relatively quiet yet very pleasant week, if any week with a two-year old in residence can ever be considered “quiet”. Very pleasant weather (again) but it is beginning to feel somewhat Autumnal – I’m not sure I’m ready to hunker down for winter yet! Continue reading
A group of Alabama friends went deer hunting and paired off in twos for the day. That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of an eight-point buck.
“Where’s Hank?” the others asked.
“Hank had a stroke o’ some kind. He’s a couple of miles back up the trail,” the successful hunter replied.
“You left Hank layin’ out there and carried the deer back?” they asked.
“A tough call,” nodded the hunter, “but I figured no one’s gonna steal Hank!” Continue reading
Another busy week! A MAD outing, an early Film Night special, the departure of one of our tenants and the annual Village Gardening Show! As well as lots of progress on the never-ending garden project. Oh my goodness, I am certainly not up to this sort of pace. Continue reading
After a trial had been going on for three days, Harrison, the man accused of committing the crimes, stood up and approached the judge’s bench.
“Your Honor, I would like to change my plea from ‘innocent’ to ‘guilty’ of the charges.”
The judge angrily banged his fist on the desk. “If you’re guilty, why didn’t you say so in the first place and save this court a lot of time and inconvenience?” he demanded.
Harrison looked up wide-eyed and stated, “Well, when the trial started I thought I was innocent, but that was before I heard all the evidence against me.” Continue reading
Sorry, but we really are full this time!
As the lone female in our house, I find that certain male habits have really begun to get on my nerves. One day, I emerged from the bathroom completely exasperated when I bumped into my husband.
“What is it with guys that they won’t replace the toilet paper?!” I raged.
“I know,” he said, nodding in agreement. “I noticed that when I was in there earlier.” Continue reading
Good morning and welcome to, hopefully, another fine day. We’ve had a mixed week weather wise – some sunshine, some drizzle, some clouds, some breeze, some of just about everything apart from hail and snow. No hot, sweltering days though – just normal weather for the time of year. This is what a British summer is all about, never mind all those hot sunny days! Continue reading
A British friend of mine once found himself at a dinner party sitting next to an attractive American woman. The conversation turned to cricket, and the woman asked my friend to explain the game.
He agreed and embarked on a lengthy explanation of the mysteries of “silly mid-on,” “fine-leg,” “googly,” “chinaman” and the like.
At the end he sat back, exhausted. The woman looked at him, shaking her head in wonderment, “That really is remarkable. And to think they do it all on horseback.” Continue reading