What happened, it appears to have disappeared into the blue yonder?
Must have been whilst I was in Wales and I failed to notice. Did it die without a whimper?
Anyone got any info on it all?There now appears to be no comment anywhere except the published letters or am I missing something?
Thought you all might enjoy this, makes a change from the bloody EU!
This is a tale of how you can die by Rhododendron and it is true. Gentle reader you cannot imagine a more curious ending to one’s 14th wedding anniversary.
I though , for once, the article below was a coherent and rather honest article on this subject. Some of you may care to read it.
I do not think that the media is being honest about microcephaly. Although some pin heads as they were called until recent PC times functioned in a reasonable normal way, most do not even have motor skills. They are unable to have any muscle control and roll about on the floor making inarticulate grunts until they die, hopefully for most poor parents, as quickly as possible. A seriously grim malformation which has hideous economic consequences for the parents and the State.
I noted the story in the Telegraph this morning about the escaped eagle roaming Kent.
Something similar happened at the last place where we lived next to the mountain. Many bald headed eagles lived there too, some in our trees on the stream. When they are young they are brown and speckled, they do not get to be black and white until well into their second year. They are’ turned off’ by their parents to fend for themselves at a year when they are not too experienced and still learning how to be an eagle. We had one hanging around in some conifers at the top of the field. It kept trying to size up the dogs. After a few days of this I happened to notice that it kept studying Cindy, a very small JR of 10lbs. It would sit on a branch tilting its head this way and that as if trying to judge whether or not it could lift her. It could have, had it but known! Cindy realised what it was up to and instead of roaming around vole hunting in the stream walls, her usual occupation, she started walking behind me, very, very closely. Not stupid that dog! I got in the habit of throwing sticks at the tree to frighten it off and after several days it gave up and moved on to hunt dinner elsewhere. Not before time. Cindy never forgot and used to study eagles with an expert ornithological eye thereafter, having no intention of being dinner to anyone!
Here is a jolly little sidewinder slipped under the rug by the Canadians, no fanfare, no public announcement just a discreet email.
I received an email from BA about updating info on my flights home next month.
Buried deep within it, several sub pages in, it transpires a British passport is no longer adequate to visit Canada, one must have an electronic permission to travel on top of that. This is true for all nationalities with the exception of an American passport holder. (They can’t afford to alienate them there might be similar reprisals and then where would they shop?) One is of course charged a sum for this electronic document! A princely $7.00.
This was forwarded to me by a friend. How true it is, not verifiable. But considering some of the footage of rioting immigrants en route probably not far out. I have no doubts that such news is being suppressed by governments as are mosque attacks.
“I have friends in Europe and one of them directed me to the following today. This is an
Eyewitness story from a doctor working in Germany at a Munich hospital, a retired physician
From the Czech Republic who went to work there because they needed additional help.
This is part of her email from Germany:
It has been drawn to my attention that the vast majority of people do not know how to cook yams! Especially Europeans, sorry, denizens of that there ‘civilised’ continent.
This is, of course, a total disaster and could cause the downfall of empires. Look what it did for the Mayans!
There have been terrible rumours of people assaulting this poor vegetable with marshmallows, what an excrescence!! A gluey blackened mess that even the pigs, (four legged, not you in the back there!) would not touch with a trotter.
Louisiana Yams have been part of my repertoire since my 70s sojourn in the Deep South. They go thus-
Thought you all might be amused at my thank you letter to my friends in the UK
The Met Gala, how could they?
The Metropolitan Museum of Arts has been until recently a fairly august institution, a place to go. Not anymore!
I have never seen the like, last night was more like a trip to a pre civil war New Orleans brothel with the ‘high yellers’ putting on a show. Obscene costumes, one hesitates to call them dresses revealing more than one could possibly bear to see, on utterly revolting tarts, whores and z list celebrities. Really too too much. Most of them needed a night in the cells to reflect. Does the Museum seriously want to promote such images?
I do hope they air the place out today or the unsuspecting will get more than their fair share of cocaine and HIV lurking in the ether!
Well that is another place strictly off my visiting list! Pity, I rather liked the ‘Cloisters’.
I should imagine that those who financed the place in the past must be spinning in their graves!
Been somewhat harrowing round here of late. We finally decided to move into town to our little house. Five acres is just becoming too much to cope with.
Having put it on the market, one more time, we took one look and realised quite how much housekeeping we haven’t done of late! Heaps of crap everywhere. It took spousal unit 10 days to clear the office, to one’s horror, no filing had been done since 2009, oops!