Thursday, 30 April 2009
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
I hope you like it!
Monday, 27 April 2009
This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
As valiant a man as ever left home
And he had been much reduced
Which caused great confusion
And that was the reason he started to roam.
In Yorkshire near Rotherham, he had been on the ramble
Weary of travelling, he sat down to rest
By the foot of yon' mountain
Lays a clear flowing fountain
With bread and cold water he himself did refresh.
With the night fast approaching, to the woods he resorted
With wood, vine and ivy his bed for to make
But he dreamt about sighing
Lamenting and crying
Go home to your family and rambling forsake.
Twas the fifth day of November, I've reason to remember
When first he arrived home to his family and friends
And they did stand so astounded
Surprised and dumbfounded
To see such a stranger once more in their sight.
And his children come around him with their prittle prattling stories
With their prittle prattling stories to drive care away
And he's as happy as those
As have thousands of riches
Contented he'll remain and not ramble away.
Sunday, 26 April 2009
There was even a dance floor which was a real treat to watch. People who knew how to dance! It's a secret yearning of mine to be able to dance. Proper old-fashioned swing-your-partner like you were two parts of a single fluid entity sort of dancing. This sweet couple stole the show for me!
These next two pictures were taken by My Only Girl as well. I love the repeated stripes in this one. She's been dropping heavy hints about a cat for her birthday. Hmm...
Friday, 24 April 2009
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
Monday, 20 April 2009
Friday, 17 April 2009
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
So, I survived Easter. Not a speck of chocolate passed my lips. It was easier than I imagined it would be. I just tuned it out of my consciousness. (And it helps when your SuperMum makes a cake with you in mind). A few of you asked the reason I can't eat it, and the reason is Candida. A nasty advanced form of it that I usually try not to talk about, simply because I have no doubt my friends are bored silly, as it comes up again and again. Any time I sit down with friends and there's food involved in our gathering, it comes up. I get bored talking about it too.