Full steam or what?
When we hit the rocks
We realise we didn’t know
Where we're going
Or even where we're coming from.
Full steam or what?
When we hit the rocks
We realise we didn’t know
Where we're going
Or even where we're coming from.
I asked my builders for a quotation. They came back with “To be or not to be”.
Q. What expression, meaning staying in luxury tented accommodation, can also be applied to Miss Piggy from the Muppets?
A. Glam pig.
I was at this passing-out parade. Well, everyone just fainted.
Here it is, here's the smeuse. The word seems to be connected with smoke; as something hiding, or hidden from, view.
It's an odd storey.
I’ve got a smeuse in my front hedge. I’ve been aware of it for years, I just didn’t know there was a special name. But a letter in The Times ('The hole truth', Brian Simmons, 11 May 2019) has extended my vocabulary.
A smeuse is a hole at the bottom of a hedge through which small animals squeeze. The smeuse in my hedge has been in the same place for years. It's a bit more than a foot high and about nine inches wide, and the undergrowth is worn down from feet pushing through. I guess all kinds might have used it over time; hedgehogs, foxes, perhaps badgers; but my guess is that most travellers are the little Muntjak deer, plus the occasional cat.
I was thinking a couple of days ago that I might get one of these automatic night cameras that can get shots of nocturnal animals passing by, to investigate the smeuse users. If I find anything interesting I’ll post it on this blog.
I love shopping centres. I'm a very complex kind of person.
In Heptagonia
We don't much like Octagons.
Finding them odd sided.
My local newspaper reported yesterday that
A robber wearing what appeared to be a false beard and another man ... struck at a supermarket.
Below I have tried to envisage what this robber might have looked like.
Executioners. Don't they just kill ya?
Electricians. Do they turn you on?
My brother Simon took this photo of a wren bursting into song
I always thought of the wren as being a quintessentially British bird and was very surprised to find the wrens are a family of 88 species, of which 87 are New World birds. Only the one species is found in the Old World.
When I was quite young the farthing still existed, worth ¼ of 1/240 of £1. I remember buying currant buns for 1 penny 3 farthings apiece. For a long time, until the coin was abolished I think, the design featured a wren on the reverse side. I don't why this was chosen, but people always seem to have felt well-disposed towards this charming little bird.
Flowers. You know they make sense.
Q. Why did the chicken cross the road?
A. It was taking a leisurely squawk.
A novice came to the Abbess, saying: A rock blocks my way forward. What can I do?
The Abbess replied: Dear Child: Seek where the rock came from, and that will guide you.
I was going to change my mind. But then I thought, nah.
My brain surgeon's no expert
But luckily he holds a damp finger up to the wind
As he digs in. So it’s all good.
6.5 of one and half a baker's dozen of the other.
My horse is mathematically gifted. For example, when asked what anything multiplied by nought is, he immediately replied “Snort”.
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