Good morning all.........
What a day......................
Our cousins across the pond are celebrating (if that is the right word to use) the demise of Bin laden! whilst here we are mourning the loss of our great boxing hero Henry Cooper!

To Bin Laden I say 'good riddance'.

To 'Our' Henry I say, goodby dear friend, you gave great joy and pleasure to millions, a true gentleman you will be sadly missed, R.I.P

Old Sage

Evening all

Plenty of sun here but a chilly breeze gets at you once you cross into shadow.

I'm trying to get myself to resolve a good clear out. I hate to think how many books there are on the tall bookcase next to this machine in addition to the reference ones that stay in the living room for crossword purposes. The Village Association will have a Garden Fête before long and I must get a trolley and get a lot on to the book table.
Otherwise it has to be Oxfam which is the other end of town.

Mornin.....cold!.....only 2.9!

Morning all

Same here every year LM . As we have just gone thru a long weekend of Public holidays the Eager Would be gardeners rush out & buy those tender plants only to repeat the actions within a few weeks

Its a bit chill here this morning 50f just glad I'm not a Bizzie Lizzy "impatiens" So called because they are plants for the impatient???

We have a Black bird pair setting up home just out side the kitchen window, at the moment they carrying building materials back and forth

A Jewsons/B&Q wagon has just turned up with some Flat pack nesting Kits so things are moving on

Good mooring all ............
Thanks Den for the song, here's a short poem to reflect on

The Sailor's Consolation

ONE night came on a hurricane,
The sea was mountains rolling,
When Barney Buntline turned his quid,
And said to Billy Bowling:
"A strong nor-wester's blowing, Bill;
Hark! don't ye hear it roar, now?
Lord help 'em, how I pities them
Unhappy folks on shore now!

"Foolhardy chaps who live in towns,
What danger they are all in,
And now lie quaking in their beds,
For fear the roof should fall in;
Poor creatures! how they envies us,
And wishes, I've a notion,
For our good luck, in such a storm,
To be upon the ocean!

"And as for them who're out all day
On business from their houses,
And late at night are coming home,
To cheer their babes and spouses,--
While you and I, Bill, on the deck
Are comfortably lying,
My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots
About their heads are flying!

"And very often have we heard
How men are killed and undone
By overturns of carriages,
By thieves, and fires in London;
We know what risks all landsmen run,
From noblemen to tailors;
Then, Bill, let us thank Providence
That you and I are sailors."

Charles Dibdin

Safe sailing all ...........

Old Sage