I wrote about the swift boxes in October and now have photos of the swift boxes in situ. (Up under the eaves are the prefabricated house martin nests too, with some evidence of occupation.)
I wrote about the swift boxes in October and now have photos of the swift boxes in situ. (Up under the eaves are the prefabricated house martin nests too, with some evidence of occupation.)
The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting there.
‘You talk?’ he asks.
‘Yep,’ the Lab replies.
After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says ‘So, what’s your story?’
The Lab looks up and says, ‘Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the ASIO.. In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.’
‘I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn’t getting any younger so I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals.’ ‘I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I’m just retired.’
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.
‘Ten dollars,’ the guy says.
‘Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?’
‘Because he’s a liar. He never did any of that shit.
Food for thought.
A doctor was addressing a large audience in Oxford… Continue reading “A joke to start the week off.”
Layla
The IntraCoastal Waterway runs from Brownsville Texas to Norfolk Virginia (Mile zero) via Southern Florida, known affectionately as “the Ditch” it is a mostly sheltered interconnected system of canals and waterways used primarily for recreational travel.
We joined the ditch at mile 803 in Palm Coast Florida heading North.

Continue reading “In The Ditch”
The theme for this next competition is ‘The Force of Nature’ – the rules for this one are:
I do not profess any knowledge or ability in the world of gardening – much to the shame of my mother! My wife is keen and enjoys pottering about and finds it relaxing whenever she finds time. She has produced a very pretty little cottage garden with lots of things with wonderful Latin names. The roses are beautiful and there are some lovely grasses in tubs.
I have one responsibility only….the tiny patch of grass called a lawn. I have to confess, I like a good lawn. I like it to have nice stripes up and down and I am a little fussy about getting neat edges. But, I have no skills or talent! Yesterday, a lovely quiet sunny and mild Saturday, I set about the first cut of the year. Moss was everywhere but that’s ok. The patches of brown grass where my old lady dog makes use for her ablutions, fine. What I can’t stand is the bumpiness and lumpiness! I know the lawn was only laid 6 years ago, but I am getting irked by the fact it seems to get lumpier every year! My electric mower keeps cutting into the earth as I push it up and down it’s so bad! This year it seems even worse 😦
Should I just chuck top soil in the low bits? Well, that hasn’t worked so far! That’s the extent of my attempts to solve the problem. I’m not a fan of internet surfing so haven’t tried looking there for ideas yet – and I’d really rather not!
Please, please, calling all charioteers – any ideas please? It is only a small patch of lawn – 5m by 15m.
La Bamba
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