Monthly Archives: May 2019
What a glorious week – lovely sunshine and blue skies for much of the time. Much progress has been made in the garden and on the building site. We also had a splendid day out with friends on Sunday and voted in the European elections which we never thought would take place! By the time you read this Mrs May could be gone as the country slides further and further into the abyss. Hey ho, what are you going to do? Continue reading
I was in a pub last Saturday night, and after drinking a few I noticed two very robust-looking women at the bar. They both had pretty strong accents, so I asked, “Hey, are you two ladies from Ireland?”
One of them snapped back, saying, “It’s Wales, you idiot!”
I immediately apologised. “I’m sorry,” I said, “are you two whales from Ireland?” Continue reading
We had some glorious weather early this week – just what Spring in England should be all about. Warm(ish), sunny with bright blue skies and a slight breeze. Very pleasant. It returned to form toward the end of the week with cooler temperatures, more breeze and even the occasional spot of rain. Hey, ho – I guess we’ll call it a draw. Continue reading
Little Johnny’s father asked him what he wanted for his birthday. “A baby brother,” he said. Later that year, his mother came home from the hospital with a baby boy.
Little Johnny was delighted. “And what would you like this year for your birthday?” his father asked.
He said, “If it isn’t too uncomfortable for mommy, I’d like a pony.” Continue reading
Now that our visitors have safely returned home it’s “back to normal” around here, whatever “normal” is. I suppose normal could be the crappy weather we’ve had for most of the week – it has been chucking it down and the temperatures have certainly been on the chilly side of things. So intense and continuous that the builders didn’t even bother to turn up two days this week – too wet for brick laying (and Monday was a bank holiday for May Day so that doesn’t even count). Here’s hoping that things take a turn for the better. Continue reading
“Jim, why don’t you play golf with Steve anymore?” asked a friend.
“Would you play golf with a guy who moved the ball with his foot when you weren’t watching?” Jim asked.
“Well, no, I suppose not,” admitted the friend.
“Neither will Steve,” replied Jim. Continue reading
It’s been a great(ish) week. The weather has been mixed and we’ve been passing a cold around amongst ourselves but we’ve had an excellent, excellent time with our visitors. We visited Coton Manor, Edgehill and Sulgrave in the week, Ben and Brex-Anna went to Paris and back (and we and Max survived each other in their absence), and we had a great family dinner with all our boys, their wives and our grandchildren together. Priceless.
A couple had been married for 50 years and had raised a brood of 10 children and was blessed with 20 grandchildren.
When asked the secret for staying together all that time, the wife replies, “Many years ago we made a promise to each other: the first one to pack up and leave has to take all the kids.” Continue reading