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  1. 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!!

  2. 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!

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

  5. 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 :lol: He has the patience of .. a mother of a teen techie :lol:

  6. 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!



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