You see – it’s not just me!
I would take issue with the ‘gas canister’ bit – absolutely not kosher IMHO. Hunt down boar, light big fire and roast it is the OZ way, but Ms Jardine seems to be taking her first tentative steps towards The Faith.
Post: Dias Medievais
OZ
There is a little almanac in its 82nd year of publication in Portugal called the “Borda D’Agua”. It contains all sorts of useful information such as Saints’ Days, full moons and what to plant in any particular month. It also includes the tmes of the rising and the setting of the sun.
My question is this: On 1st June, the sun rose at 05:14 hrs and set at 19:55hrs. On 30th June the sun will rise at 05:15 hrs, but will set later at 20:06hrs.
If the days are supposed to be shortening after the summer solstice, can any erudite or highbrow Charioteer explain this apparent anomoly to a thick wolf?
OZ
Mornin’ all. I have just come in from the garden and am watching an incredible display of ceremonial pomp and military precision by fighting troops who have lost colleagues in Afghanistan and Iraq. It is Her Majesty’s official birthday, so will all the republicans please go and hide in a corner until it is over?
OZ
Sorry to be late, but there was a lunchtime barbie yesterday. The usual suspects arrived at the appropriate time hora portuguesa and fell on the haunch of boar, belly pork, salads and roast potatoes like they had never been fed, ever. The beer, wine and conviviality flowed until late in the evening. Today the NSW and I having cleared up the wreckage she’s gone off for a duty rota at the nursing home, leaving me to publish the results of the Photo Comp, the subject of which was ‘Age’.
Ignoring the bad grammar of ending the titular question with a preposition (Down, Bear, down! 🙂 ), how would you come back in the next life, if there is one? Would men want more oesrtrogen and become child-bearers or would the ladies want more testosterone and become hairy hunter-gatherers? Nature has already made her choice. In short, who stays at home to look after the kids?
OZ
Right! Sit up! Pay attention! As duly nominated and totally unexpected winner of the 8th photo comp, it befalls me to set the ninth. OZ decrees (after consulting with an ailing NSW) that the subject shall be ‘AGE’
As Soutie did, I’ll leave the rest to your imagination and inventiveness.
Closing date is midnight on 31st May in your time zone.
Good luck.
OZ
Resurrected and links inserted for you, OZ. Published in your absence for your eager fans. 😎
Firstly, sincere apologies to Boadicea for the late judging of this competition and special thanks to the entrants for their perseverence. The rest of you, apart from Pseu, can kiss my hairy, drooping tail. 😀
Anyway, to the judging. In strict order of posting, the first entry up was Janus with another tale from Slacky Bottom, an on-going epic of which I never tire of reading.
Next came Christopher with Cherry Blossom. Wonderful writing, Christopher. Is MaryA on t’other side your sister by any chance?
Thirdly, there was Pseu’s entry. Having battled with tap roots that came up singing ‘Walzing Matilda’ right outside The Cave, I know exactly what you mean.
Last, and by no means least, was Soutie’s Dry Spring. A very evocative description.
So, and after due deliberation, I award PW7 to Soutie and pass on the mantle for him to inspire some innovative poetry.
OZ
I tried, dammit, I tried! I had written incisive critiques on all the entries and chosen a winner, but, because my links to the originals didn’t work in the preview, I tried to correct them. Then everything disappeared. If I can’t retrieve them, I’ll re-write the whole thing here in the morning. Watch this space.
OZ
Indulge me please. I have gone down with a second dose of Wolf Flu due to nursing the NSW through the mild, girly version of same all last week and am feeling very fragile. She’s gone back to work now and I’m huddled under my blanket feeling very sorry for myself, so, in between arguing the toss on Latin grammar earlier with Bearsy, I thought I’d indulge myself on YouTube with those songs that make me feel like I have something in my eye.
The NSW spoke the other day for some forgotten reason about, and I quote, ‘the Four Horsemen of the Acropolis’. “Whaaaaaat?”, she declaimed to the corpsing wreck on the floor.
A Zangada was also famous for gems such as “muslim nets”, “mongolia paint” and her best ever to our daughter-in-law, “Jane, he’s got a cough. Give him a spoonful of Cuprinol” (Cuprinol is a wood preservative. Calpol is the children’s cough medicine).
It’s Sunday. Feel free to indulge.
OZ
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