Puffing Hard
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Sunday, 23 August 2009
Saturday, 22 August 2009
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Funeral
Sheila and I have just been to Liz's Dad, Geof Percival's Funeral this afternoon.
I dont think that I have ever seen such an awe inspring funeral.
St Mary's church at Wyke was virtualy full and possibly 50 of them were ordained Ministers.
The service was a credit to Sylvia and all the people who helped her.
We met lots of nice people including Alice's Inlaws.
From the Funeral we went back to the home and partook of an excellent meal.
I dont think that I have ever seen such an awe inspring funeral.
St Mary's church at Wyke was virtualy full and possibly 50 of them were ordained Ministers.
The service was a credit to Sylvia and all the people who helped her.
We met lots of nice people including Alice's Inlaws.
From the Funeral we went back to the home and partook of an excellent meal.
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
Monday, 17 August 2009
Sunday, 16 August 2009
Saturday, 15 August 2009
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Tawny Owl
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Hoechst Reunion
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
Saturday, 8 August 2009
Just at the moment I am suffering !
I have had an ear infection with pain rated at about 3 0r 4 and am currently on my 4th and 5th
batch of Antibiotics, and the particular one that I am one precludes me from drinking alcohol and
it looks as though I will have to be on the Wagon until about next Wednesday
Hopefully I will be Ok to judge the wine at Pontefract Show on the 15th of August
These things come to try us
Ah me
Dave the Rave
I have had an ear infection with pain rated at about 3 0r 4 and am currently on my 4th and 5th
batch of Antibiotics, and the particular one that I am one precludes me from drinking alcohol and
it looks as though I will have to be on the Wagon until about next Wednesday
Hopefully I will be Ok to judge the wine at Pontefract Show on the 15th of August
These things come to try us
Ah me
Dave the Rave
Poem by Thomas Campbell
A cheiftain to the Higlands bound,
Cries "Boatman do not tarry!
And I'll give thee a silver pound
To row us o'er the Ferry"
"Now who be ye would cross lochgyle
this dark and stormy water!"
"O I'm the cheif of Ulva's isle
And this Lord Ulins Daughter
after many Verses
"Come back ! come back!" he cried in grief
"Across this stormy Water
And I"ll forgive your Highland Chief
My Daughter ! -- O my daughter !"
Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore
Return or aid preventing
The waters wild went o'er his child
And he was left lamenting
Sunday, 2 August 2009
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