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  1. Took out a tin of Tuna for DS the other day, who read the sell by date, photo'd it and facebooked it... 2002. Whoops!!
  2. A German Artist makes a French Cockerel to go on the plinth in Trafalgar Square...which commemorates England triumph over France, if I remember rightly.. and it happens to be blue, the co ordinating colour to the fountains for a month... I'm only saying!!! I really do like it though!!
  3. We use stuff called Prac tic from the vet. Monthly, until september, started in june. we seem to be ok the rest of the year!
  4. How about insects? We've all got them, friends or foes!!
  5. Whatever you've decided to do,it is OK. It is so hard to be after losing a parent, so be you. I feel for you so much, and you have our thoughts on this difficult day. X
  6. How about a cushion cover? specified size(ie16"), that is cheap to post(ish), and everyone can do something either from scratch, or to a pre made one!!
  7. Morning!! There is life on Omlet again then!! Good!
  8. I also love the smell of creosote
  9. I have a pond, and a shallow pond, (about 4" deep,) they are wildlife ponds, with grass going into the water etc, so figure this will do?
  10. The smell of certain shampoo. reminds me of living in a tent, on a beach, on a Greek Island for a whole summer. Heaven!! Givency Gentleman. 1st Boyfriend..
  11. Oh dear.. My Tortoise also does clever things like that, but they are tough.. Make sure he has a drink. They drink through their noses, so it looks like they are trying to drown themselves, for anything up to two minutes!! I put mine in the washing up bowl, with about 2-3" water (tepid) He loves it!! Re the netting. We have used the wood semi circular edge fencing stuff, dug into the ground a bit, it's about 18" high, I think. That stops him!
  12. This is why we moved to nowhere, . Mind you, there are tractors and silage wagons flying about this pm, as it's 2nd cut silage. Not very peaceful here either, a different kind of noise.
  13. How dreadful, poor her/you, and the other two. Dogs break your heart, but She had a wonderful life till then.
  14. The Hazards of Backyard Hens - NaturalNews.tv tv.naturalnews.com One Girl's Rant exposes the hidden hazards of keeping backyard chickens. @onegirlsrant
  15. Look on facebook Items for sale in (nearest town). Lots of people sell on phones, and as long as you're a0careful who you buy from b) are slightly knowledgeable, you can get a bargain
  16. He won, they lost Perhaps I didn't want any winter cabbage/broccoli/red cabbage>>
  17. Mumford. They're going to live longer!!
  18. 4. Local council rules for child employment permits Most local councils say that businesses intending to employ school-aged children must apply for a child employment permit before they can be employed. If a child is working without a child employment permit, there’s a risk that the employer won’t be insured against 
accidents involving the child. Children don’t need a work permit for work experience arranged by their school. Employers should contact their local council’s education department or education welfare service to find out if a child employment permit is needed.
  19. Just so you all know, all teens below the legal school leaving age (16), have to have a work permit. There is a fine if they don't look it up on Direct.Gov or put in teen work permit. they even have to have it for a paper round!!!!!!. What a load of rubbish but it's true. I've downloaded some for DD, as she has a couple of little jobs.
  20. More new techno stuff to learn. There are times when I could throw my techie teen out into the shed to sleep, but he is a godsend when it comes to trying to teach this old dinosaur how to do this stuff He has the patience of .. a mother of a teen techie
  21. So sorry, we too are grieving, for a 28yr old beautiful young man. His mum and dad have been staying here this week. It's hard
  22. My friend from Australia sent it to me, and it really hit home...
  23. Cranky Old Man What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see? What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me? A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise, Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes? Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply. When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!' Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do. And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe? Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill? Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet. A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap. Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep. At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own. Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home. A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast, Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last. At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone, But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn. At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee, Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me. Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead. I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own. And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known. I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel. It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool. The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart. There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells, And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain. And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again. I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast. And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see. Not a cranky old man . Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!! Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too! PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM!

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