WHEN I WAS A CHILD

WHEN I WAS A CHILD WE ALWAYS GOT A HOLIDAY ON THE 13TH OF MARCH 

CAN ANYONE GUESS THE REASON WHY ???

TO-DAY

To-day we have been to the U.3.A Luncheon Club

On the way we passed a pub called the

RAT & RATCHET

WHICH REMINDED ME OF

WHEN WE WERE TRYING TO TEACH
STEVEN FILBY TO READ & WRIGHT
USING PUBLIC HOUSE NAMES

WHEN WE CAME TO THE RAT & RATCHET

STEVEN SAID

"THATS RUDE"

ITS JUST LIKE SAYING

DOG & DOG-SHIT

TO-DAY

TO-DAY ELLAND BRIDGE HAS RE =OPENED HAVING BEEN CLOSED SINCE
BOXING DAY 2015

TO-DAY

TODAY WOULD HAVE BEEN

THE 72nd BIRTHDAY

OF THE LATE PAM CRAVEN 

MOTHER OF MY SON ANDY

BORN 2nd FEBRUARY

1945

HURRAY

Edwards son David has come back from Australia
and intends to stay in England

JOKE REGARDING DONALD TRUMP

WHAT DID ONE OF DONALD TRUMPS
GUARDS SAY WHEN SOMEONE
TRIED TO SHOOT THE PRESIDENT

ANSWER

"DONALD DUCK !"

LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER BY THOMAS CAMPBELL (1777-1844)

A Chieftain to the Highlands 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 ?'

'Oh! I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle

And this Lord Ullin's daughter.

'And fast before her father's men

Three days we've fled together

For should he find us in the glen,

My blood would stain the heather.

'His horsemen hard behind us ride;

Should they our steps discover,

Then who will cheer my bonny bride

When they have slain her lover?'

Outspoke the hardy Highland wight;

'I'll go my chief I'm ready:

It is not for your silver bright,

But for your winsome lady,

'And by my word, the bonny bird

In danger shall not tarry:

So, though the waves are raging white,

I'll row you o'er the ferry.'

By this the storm grew loud apace,

The water-wraith was shrieking;

And in the scowl of heaven each face

Grew dark as they were speaking

But still, as wilder blew the wind,

And as the night grew dearer

Adown the glen rode armed men-

Their trampling sounded nearer.

'Oh! Haste thee,  haste !' the lady cries

'Though tempests round us gather;

I'll meet the raging of the skies,

But not an angry father.'

The boat has left a stormy land,

A stormy sea before her-

When oh! Too strong for Human hand,

The tempest gathered o'er her.

And still they rowed amidst the roar

Of waters fast prevailing;

Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore,

His wrath was changed to wailing

For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade;

Across this stormy water;

And I'll forgive your highland chief,

My daughter!- oh, my daughter

Twas vain: the loud waves lashed the shore,

Return or aid preventing

The waters wild went o'er his child,

Ad he was left lamenting.