Well! It was a fab Feb for pomes! More poets haikued than Backside could shake a stick at. So how to find a laureate among such a star-spangled band of bards?
After literally minutes of contemplation – the prize goes to Christopher who as so often played his ace with his oriental dexterity: haikus in the original Japanese! But garlands to all the entrants for humour and marvellous syllabic contortions worthy of the circus. Thank you, all.
You have to understand that I am going to be a 65 year old horticultural virgin in a week’s time.
My first memory of a garden was in Singapore where we all lounged as others laboured. Back to Caledonia (stern and wild) in due course. I remember a Rowan tree and lots of grass but I have no recollection of other growing stuff requiring cultivation. I was still too young for conscription into Mum’s garden task force. Read more…
…..and out like a lamb. Or so the old saw goes. It’s March. The beginning of the ancient Roman annual calendar after 60 days of ‘hibernae’, winter with no official diary, no military activity, no nuffin, nada. March was called Primus, the first of ten months, long celebrated at the festivals of Februa and Lupercalia. So wake up, you old sleepyheads. It’s Spring, at least for those of an ancient turn of mind.
I have just booked aeroplane tickets to Edinburgh for 25 June of this year. Rest assured that the inability to receive a refund for cancelled tickets will ensure my visit.
Natalie Bennett’s ineptitude, revealed again yesterday in another car crash interview, comes as no surprise to me. For over a year I belonged to a group (The Somers Town People’s Forum) campaigning to stop the building of the Francis Crick Institute(FCI), a huge laboratory situated next to St Pancras Station which will deal with extremely dangerous viruses. Bennett was part of the group.
Put your bike back in the shed. Your renowned cricket test now qualifies a new nation of would-be immigrants.
Afghanistan defeated Scotland today!
And dontchya just love it?!
….the joy of grandchildren.
Well to be fair, it’s a last Christmas story actually but in the tradition of a lot of the British redtops, never let the truth get in the way of a good headline.
Just before Christmas last year we, (Grandma and Grumpy) took the oldest grandchild Rufus, to a little fund raising event at the local children’s centre, part of which was Father Christmas in his grotto. Rufus, who is just three, was adamant that he wanted to go and see him. We strolled around the stalls for a bit buying little bits and bobs while Rufus kept insisting that he wanted to and go see Santa
I should explain that normally we all spend Christmas here in Cornwall but, as my son in laws father died earlier this year, they decided that they would spend the Christmas with his Mother, aka “Nanna” in Birmingham. Read more…
The thirteen years between 1932 and 1945 were not Germany’s finest. We all know what happened and there is no need to go into a detailed discussion about that. Part of the injustices done during this time include the forced purchases of priceless artwork for pittances by the Nazi State. Since 1948, the Federal Republic has done everything in its power to try to rectify these injustices. This includes making legal exemptions for the rightful owners and their heirs in terms of furnishing evidence that said treasures were taken using illegitimate means as there isn’t always much evidence left even in the most egregious of instances. Compare this to the Swiss who used their banking secrecy as a double-edged blade. Those who could furnish all other evidence that bank accounts were rightfully theirs, including records of death of the original holders, still could not access their inheritances because they did not have the right numbers. Read more…
It’s true, doesn’t matter if it is lumbago, rheumatism, arthritis, sciatica or a bout of the gout this is guaranteed to cure the lot in two days.
Firewood, cut it, split it, stack it on the woodpile.
There are three trees worth here, a Hickory, an Oak and a Maple, all hardwoods, probably totaling about three cords when cut and stacked, seasoned it should weigh about six tons, wet as it is it probably weighs twice that. The big stuff with the dark heartwood is the hickory. Bitternut is the variety that grows around here and it is very heavy wood, and one of the best in terms of heat content for firewood.
My apologies for taking so long to announce the result.
Many thanks to those who entered – and participated in trying to guess what the objects were.
Since no one even hazarded a guess at Low Wattage’s offering – I am awarding the prize of setting the next competition to him.
Please let us all know what your object is!