Now you see it. Now you don't.

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Sorry to be away from the blog arena for so long, but my monitor is still playing up.

It appears to be sensitive to temperature, (like quite a few of my body parts), and on hot days, it fires up when I switch it on, but when the ambient is below blood heat, it just will not function. (also….my body parts).

I’ve now reached a point along my old tether, when this is no longer a joke. So, on Monday I pointed the Renault in the direction of John Lewis, and made enquires to the ’technical staff’ about a replacement.   I took all the required ‘ITformation’. (DVI, VGA, UMPA UMPAH, stick it up your jumpa lead!)

He assured me everything was all ‘compatable’ these days.

So, I parted with my hard earned pension and came home ready for some boisterous blogging only to find that the connectors pins were completely different!

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Old connector - top.
New - bottom.

I tried, but I just couldn’t get it to work, so I’ve called in an expert called Frank, who is going to pop round next week, and not only sort out the monitor, but also ‘give me a service’.

He tells me that computers, over two years old, need a ‘service’. (he didn’t mention bloggers over sixty, but I’m sure they’re included in the price?)

Talking of ‘monitors’; I was once a monitor at school. I had to give out the pencils.

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To write with that is. 

Not to stick in strange places!

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Another monitor had to give out the ‘rubbers‘ (now called erasers.) 

And then we had ‘Milk monitors’ taking round small 1/3rd pint bottles of milk.

It’s strange how children in those days thought this an honour to be chosen for these menial tasks. 

Because of all my monitor problems, I’ve been missing out on quite a few of the so called celebrations. Our street party wasn’t a great success I’m afraid.

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And I believe ‘her maj’ was heard to enquire, “Is it all over yet?”

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"Can we come out now?"

“Us pensioners do need our afternoon kips you know?”

Didn’t she do well though? Standing up on that barge, surrounded by water, in the rain, for hours, and not needing to spend …. a royal penny!

I saw this in the news a while back. It made me smile.

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I shouldn’t laugh really as my poor old ‘mince pies’ are not all what they should be.

Loss of eyesight is no laughing matter is it. I couldn’t imagine how I could cope without being able to see. I’ve just had a letter from DVLC advising me that I now need to apply for a new driving licence. There were lots of ’medical’ questions including some on eyesight. 

No worries -my distance viewing is fine actually.

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But it reminded me of an old friend of mine called Len, who one day walked into Ann Summers to purchase some see-through lingerie for his wife. It was a  special birthday you see. He was shown several possibilities that ranged from £50 to £150 in price, the more see-through, the higher the price. He opted for the sheerest item, paid the £150 and took the lingerie home. 

He presented it to his wife and asked her to go upstairs, put it on and model it for him. 

Upstairs the wife thought ‘I have an idea. It’s so see-through that it might as well be nothing. I won’t put it on – I’ll do the modelling naked -  return it tomorrow and get a £150 refund and keep the money for myself’. (trusting he had kept the receipt.)

She then appeared naked at the top of the stairs and struck up a pose.   

Wow!

Len lookup aghast.  “Stone me!” he said. “It wasn’t that creased in the shop”.

Talking of spectacles: I’m always forgetting which ones I have got on. I get to walking about with my reading glasses on, and then wonder why I keep tripping over the back door step on the way to water the tomatoes!

I had thought of bi-focals, but at my last eye-test I was recommended to try these new ultra sensitive, hi-tech, all-singing, all-dancing, top of the range, half price for the over sixties, designer-framed specs.  You’ll be able to see everything with these, they said. 

Worked a treat in Boots the chemist.

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Talking of eyesight reminded me of my friend Howard.

He was telling me that last night his wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. 

She was not happy with what she saw and said to him, 

 "I feel  horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. 

I really need you to pay me a compliment.” 

 Howard replied, "Your eyesight's perfect." 

He’s now staying with me for a few nights!

Wish mine was perfect. 

But these new specs worked just as well in Smiths the other day.

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Now, the trick here is, that those skirts are actually fabric prints!

I thought it was very well done - artistically of course.

Do you know, it has been 28 degrees in the shade here today (Thursday). 

Wes has been flaked out under the Mulberry tree, 

and I have been doing sweet FA. (Fanny Adams).

But down the road at Bisham Abbey, three of the nuns decided to remove their robes because of the heat. Not an unusual ‘habit’ on a hot day. Anyway, about a half hour later, the door bell rang while their robes were slumped over pews at the rear of their wee chapel.

They asked who it is. "The blind man," a voice replied.

The three nuns decided to simply open the door because the poor man was blind. He walked in, looked at the nuns and said, "You’ve nice breasts! 

Where do you want me to install these blinds?"

Sorry to inflict more poor jokes on you, but after I get my new monitor installed next week, and I get this ‘service’ done, I hope you will find that Unc. B’s “Normal Service will be resumed as soon as possible.”

Take care and don’t forget to -

“Practice safe eating - always use condiments.”

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“Measure twice, cut once.”

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A few of you may have noticed a teeny weeny ‘technical’ bit that I contributed to ‘Kath the Quilter’s blog. It was all about measuring an angle of fifteen degrees. I’m sorry that I may have confused a few ladies (and gentlemen), but these mathematical calculations are an every day  occurrence to us engineers. I was good at trigonometry at school and loved anything mathematical. This is a rather unusual piece of marquetry I did as teenager.

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All made from thin wood veneers. I worked to a published plan, 

so I can’t claim it was my design.

Now days if  I am given an engineering problem in the workshop, I sit down and work it all out on paper first. I then work it out a second time, just to be sure. 

My old woodwork master at school used to say, “Measure twice, cut once.”

I’m sure that could also prove true before cutting out quilt materials?

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A part of my collection of woodworking rules.

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Well today I thought that I had better make amends for all this serious stuff and do one of my ‘light-hearted’ posts, just to prove that mathematics and engineering have a funny side too.

  

Here’s a tale for you.

Once upon a time, three Red Indian squaws who were expecting their first children went to the tribe's Medicine Man for a blessing.

He said to the first squaw: "You must obtain the hide of a buffalo and give birth lying on it".

To the second he said : "You must obtain the hide of a bear and give birth lying on it".

To the third he said : "You must obtain the hide of a hippopotamus and give birth lying on it".

After they'd all had their papooses, the first two squaws felt that the third squaw was more blessed because she'd had twins.

They went to the Medicine Man to complain about the blessing, but he said to them : -

"I thought everybody knew that the squaw on the hippopotamus is equal to the sum of the squaws on the other two hides".

This is of course only amusing to those of you who remember from their school days, that the “square of the hypotenuse, is equal to the sum of the squares on the other two sides.”

Groans all round I guess?  This is how one schoolboy found ‘x’!

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But seriously, angles can be interesting.

It was in fact my mother, believe it or not, that got me interested in cutting precise angles. In the 50’s with just us three boys, things had to be shared out equally to avoid any arguments and fights. You know the sort of thing; “Aw, he’s got a bigger piece than me.” Well, Mom used to give us a knife and say, one of you can cut the cake up, and the others can have first choice of the pieces!

I promise you that I can, still to this day, divide things into a precise number of pieces.

I can still take piece of wood, and cut it into say three or five perfect pieces without a rule.   

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And some metalworking rules.

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I have to admit that I passed all my Maths papers at O level and A level, but I did start to struggle a bit when studying engineering at university. 

Boy was it hard! No cutting cake into equal segments there! 

I remember one day hearing about these two engineering students who were cycling across the university campus when one said, "Where did you get such a great bike?" The second engineer replied, "Well, I was walking along yesterday, minding my own business, when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike, threw it to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, "Take what you want." 

The first engineer nodded approvingly and said, "Good choice; the clothes probably wouldn't have fitted you anyway."

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Wonderful old bike!

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All engineering graduates just love mechanical things.

That is not to say that there were not other things in our curriculum.

We did manage to find time for ‘liquid refreshment’ of course, but even then, we were not detached from engineering.

You see,

To the optimist, the glass is half-full.

To the pessimist, the glass is half-empty.

But to the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.

But as you can imagine, after a ‘few jars’ of Mitchell & Butlers best, anything could happen. 

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"Oh! Go on! Give us a kiss."

In those days many a good tale was told in the ‘Slug & Lettuce’.

I had an engineering friend on my course, who recalled how he was crossing the Bristol road one day, when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over, picked up the frog, and put it in his pocket. The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn back into a beautiful princess and stay with you for one week." My mate took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket. The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you for one week and do anything you want." Again, he took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket. Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess and that I'll stay with you for one week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?" My friend said, "Look, I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool.

So here I am today, a garden full of frogs and hedgehogs, a workshop full of angles, tools and machinery and not a ‘girl’ in sight!

Which reminds me, talking of ‘girls & sight‘.

The other day I was coming back up the road from the shops, with a ‘chicken motive’ tie I had bought for 50p from the local Hospice shop, when I saw this glass eye fall from a window above.

I just managed to catch it before it smashed on the pavement. I looked up to see where it came from, just in time to see a young woman looking down.  

"Is this yours?" I asked. She said, "Yes, could you bring it up?" So of course, as she couldn’t see very well, I agreed. 

After puffing up a flight of stairs, she was profuse in her thanks and she offered me a drink. As she was very attractive, I agreed. Shortly afterwards she said, "I'm about to have dinner. There's plenty; would you like to join me?" 

As I was a near-starving-pensioner, I readily accepted her offer and we both enjoyed a lovely meal. As the evening was drawing to a close the lady said, "I've had a marvellous evening. Would you like to stay the night?" 

Of course I hesitated, I had Wesley to feed, so I said, "Do you act like this with every man you meet?" 

"No," she replied, "only those who catch my eye."

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Well by now you must be thinking that poor old Uncle Bernard has gone completely ‘off his trolley’. 

You could be right, but don’t forget it takes one, to recognise one, or so I believe?

But, during my last visit to my  doctor, I asked him, 

"How do you determine whether or not an older person should be put in an Care Home?"

"Well,"  he said, "we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a teaspoon, a  teacup and a bucket to the person to empty the bath."

"Oh, I understand," I  said. "A normal person would use the bucket, because it is bigger than the spoon or the teacup." 

 "No" he said. "A normal  person would pull the bath-plug out!

And, then calmly handed me an application form!

And talking of trolleys, this is what I have been making this last week.

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A super-dooper four wheeled Organ trolley with pneumatic tyres!

(And yes, the handle is/was an old 'rolling-pin.)

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Always check the Small Print

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I have discovered that I don’t really need to buy a local paper anymore for the local news,

unless I want to buy a second-hand fridge, that is.

The papers are mostly all free on-line now,

although you don‘t usually get a £5 Tesco voucher thrown in.

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This weeks roundup

from the Local Rags included :-

‘Thame Gazette’ reporting that a lorry has shed its 5 ton load of onions all over the south bound carriageway of the M40 near Banbury.

The Police are advising motorists to find a hard shoulder to cry on!

‘Bucks Free Press’ carries a report that all three toilet seats had been stolen from the Police station in Princes Risborough over the weekend.

A Police spokesman said “This is very baffling, we’ve got nothing to go on!“

The ‘Maidenhead Advertiser’ reported that Angus O’Smith had been charged with murder, for killing a man with sandpaper. He pleaded ‘Not guilty’ and said that he’d only intended to rough him up a bit.

‘Thame Today’ mentioned that a bakers in Haddenham is refusing to disclose how much salt they put in their bread.

They said this information was only made available on a knead-to-know basis.

And from the ‘Buckinghamshire Examiner‘.

“An East European cleaning lady is taking her manager to court for unfair dismissal.

The company gave her the sack because it took her 5 hours to hoover just one office floor.

It turns out she was a Slovak!”

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But, I’m told, we are about to enter an even more exciting new age.

I was reading a bit in one of the ‘big boys’ papers -

“There is a massive opportunity for content producers and media providers to start to bring TV viewers into ecosystems specifically designed as part of the content they are watching, and deliver a richer experience. “

This means that if you watch a cookery program they will assume you are a ‘foodie’ and bombard you with adverts linked to food products.

The report continued -

“This sort of ‘Interactive TV’ is already here – is just doesn’t happen through your TV.” (yet!)

“Web and social media teams exist in marketing departments, and are focused on creating fans and getting people to watch the TV programs (and the ad breaks), buy the DVD, go to the movie theatre.”

I’m sure this is already happening on-line, as ever since I read various reports about the Concordia fiasco, loads of annoying little adverts on quite a few sites, have been showing me -

Cruise Holiday Offers!

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I don’t think I’ll bother this year, thank you very much!

And, I’m not actually very keen for buying things on-line.

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You see for me, there are just too many things to go wrong.

I’m one of those people who ‘attract disaster’ when sending off for things through the post.

Wrong colour, wrong size or just plain just

‘won’t work’!

If you get it from a real shop at least you can take it back, rather than having to wrap it up, cart it down the PO and pay for the return postage.

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The other thing that puts me off ,is having to punch your Debit card number into the ’bowels’ of the internet.

It’s bad enough having people watching you key in your PIN in shops and garages.

Actually, I now always pay cash for petrol, as the garage here in Bourne End was one of those caught ‘fishing’ for people’s card numbers and PINs.

I trust the ’big’ utilities.

Well you don‘t really get much choice do you?

Thames Water have just written to me to say next years Direct Debit will be £54 a month.

With the letter was leaflet from Oxfam, for ‘Aid for Africa’.

They said a £2 donation will provide a whole African village with enough water for a month.

Mmmmm,

Perhaps I should switch supplier!

This technology thing is taking over I fear. ‘Smart meters, smart phones, smart cards so that you don’t need cash anymore.

Where is it going to end?

Here’s another thing that could easily go wrong -

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“LG Smart Fridge – Launched at the CES show in Las Vegas this year,

the refrigerator has a health manager feature

to help you diet

which includes automatic re-ordering

from your online grocery account

(via bar code scanner),

displaying healthy recipes on the screen

and

communicating with a smart oven

to ensure best optimal cooking time.”

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What did I tell you!

The fridge 'automatically re-ordered'
an
'Oven Ready Bird'!

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Hikers, Walkers and 'Road-runners'.

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I'm not really a 'hiker' but I do enjoy a good walk.

My Dad was a keen walker,

and he belonged to several groups in his local area.

When he came down to stay with me for a week, I used to

arrange a nice series of interesting walks.

I didn't take many pictures at the time,

as I only owned a film camera,

but the one below was the day in 1995,

when we ended up at Didcot Railway Museum.

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I like it best if I can start my walks from home

as I did here, up along Winter Hill.

But the weather this last week,

has not been ideal for walking anywhere!

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My road the other day was water from side to side.

It looked more like a canal.

Here's the same bit of road on a sunny morning.

Complete with a 'road runner'.

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This was taken through the front room window.

We have these small fellows all around the area.

I have no idea what they are. You usually see them running and

in fact I've never seen one fly.

Most (dry) mornings, around 6 o'clock,

I will be out on my early morning walk.

More for exercise really and I don't take my camera, but,

recently I have been spotting more of these birds,

out for their early morning peck.

So I have started taking my camera with me and yesterday,

I struck lucky.

Here's one.

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Too far off to identify it.

Here's another couple.

A bit closer

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And finally I managed to get a closer shot.

Not easy as they 'scoot off'' when you get too close.

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So, what are they?

And can you cook them?

No, I'm only joking.

( I know for sure they are not Jenny Wrens! )

Bright and sunny this morn and

Conifer lopping is complete.

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I have to admit though,

that I don't think I've improved the view?

Next task please.

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"Not-so-Good" Friday.

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My whole Easter break has been unusual to say the least.

"Not-so-Good" Friday saw a Windows update, crash my PC.

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It went 'belly up' and I had nothing working except,

the internet phone.

The gremlins were at work.

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Have you ever tried getting help on a Bank holiday?

I found myself going round in circles.

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I was advised that I would have to reload the operating system,

that came with the machine in November 2007!

It had been lurking there on the Hard Drive all this time,

waiting for this opportunity.

"You will lose all your data in this operation,

so try to back it all up" the help-desk person said.

Luckily, I back-up at least once a month,

but decided to try a complete back-up using the Recovery Manager.

"It would require 18 DVD's" it informed me!

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I stumbled on all day Saturday.

Seven hours to prepare the back-up files,

and three hours to write them to disc.

I had a break on Sunday and Monday,

and did a successful System Restore on Tuesday.

My hard drive now had no programs

and no data.

Downloaded and installed a few important programs on Wednesday.

Thursday, this morning,

I attempted to restore the data from those 18 DVD's.

I got to disc number 15 and it failed!

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It turned out that it failed because some of those files

were from the BBC iPlayer and were write-protected!

(no one told me until afterwards)

So, as the last three discs only contained rubbish programme data,

it was no big loss.

All my organ music and pictures are restored.

I need a rest.

I just don't know what to do first?

I will try and catch up with you all,

as soon as possible.

I had a couple of blogs planned - a Easter one,

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most important of all,

Hazel was 102 on Wednesday!

(Nineteen, in our years)

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More Slo' Cooking.

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To be honest, I couldn’t decide whether or not to do this post today after all those shocking revelations here on Wednesday.

You see I’ve always wanted visitors to think that this is a blog of “Good Taste”.

Yes, today, it’s a question of ‘Taste‘.

A question of “I wonder what that tastes like”?

A couple of weeks ago I tried my first duck egg. I enjoyed it.

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But I wonder how many of you have tried Frog's legs or hedgehog?

No, neither have I, but people have been known to resort to making pies from them, and I believe Angus is quite partial to a fricassee of grey squirrel.

Now where is all this leading?

Well, yesterday my friends tortoise died.

It had got through the winter hibernation alright,

but was wandering about not eating or drinking.

We looked on the web here, and read:-

“Certain complex chemical and biological processes are initiated as the animal prepares to emerge into the spring sunshine. At this point unfortunately, it often runs into its first problem. In this country springs are cold, wet and miserable.

For us, this sort of weather may be merely unpleasant. For tortoises it can present rather more serious problems. Upon first emerging from hibernation a tortoise is depleted in strength, and is very vulnerable to infection. Unless it receives adequate quantities of heat and light it will simply 'not get going properly', and instead of starting to regain weight and strength lost during hibernation, may well refuse to eat and begin to decline.”

Well it did.

It declined to eat, and died.

My friend was of course very upset, and asked me,

as she lives in a flat, would I mind burying the poor tortoise in my garden.

So I brought it home and ……..

I can hear you all saying “Oh no! You didn’t eat it, did you?”

Well, I though long and hard about this, and then remembered things like Turtle soup, and I remember reading that tortoises on the Galápagos have been hunted for their meat by sailors and fishermen for years. The great Charles Darwin, when he arrived in the Galápagos in 1835, described how he and the crew of the Beagle lived entirely on tortoise meat.

And, even if I didn’t fancy it, Hazel might - and Wesley eats anything!

Firstly, I googled the web for the ‘internal layout’ of a tortoise.

I found this.

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So I now knew where to find the various bits .

Actually it scooped out fairly easily,

but it was a bit ‘rubbery’ in texture‘ and would require long slow cooking;

I know, I’ll make a soup.

(To avoid upsetting anyone, I have thrown away all the bits with pipes and suchlike).

My “Mrs Beeton” didn’t really help; she only mentions ‘Mock Turtle’ soup.

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However, the rest was easy, fry an onion,

chop a tomato, brown the meat and add some stock.

I couldn’t decide if beef stock or chicken stock was best,

so in the end I settled for vegetable stock, as tortoise are totally vegetarian.

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And the result after a few hours gentle simmering -

a quick zap with a blender -

a delicious tortoise soup.

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Now, what more could one want,

apart from crusty bread,

on April Fool‘s Day?

So friends and followers, sing along with me…..

“He’s a faithful friend, the tortoise;

And he’ll love you till the end.”

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Enjoy. He,he,he,he, he!

I wonder why so many folk singers have beards?

(and, 'a little bird tells me', some of their wives too.)

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Good Olde Days?

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I did a load of research on the Austin for my previous post.

I did a google here, and a google there,

and I was absolutely amazed at what you can find.

Too much sometimes.

I must find out how to refine my searches,

as this is what sometimes pops up!

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Now this is really disgusting.

Just look at those girls SMOKING!

I had a try at covering up the 'naughty bits', but

I don't seem to have quite got the hang of it.

I don't think the car is the same as my great grandfather's

anyway, but I though the photo might interest Angus,

(who has just told me he is not a 'Gentleman').

Meanwhile, Jan, over in California, was reading about these riots in London.

We never used to have things like this in my younger days.

I always thought the English were 'slow to anger',

I certainly am.

I might boycott Tesco or ASDA occasionally,

but I wouldn't dream of kicking their windows in.

(even if they did overcharge me).

I came across this old silent movie from 1913,

showing how we English used to 'riot' in the good old days.

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Fancy going to a riot in a straw hat?

Real Gentlemen obviously, just back from boating on the river.

"I know Charles, lets go and do a spot of rioting".

"What a spiffing wheeze old boy".

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Birthday Wishes

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"Grrrrracky Hirthday DD"

See, I hadn't forgotten.

Have a wonderful day Dumpling.

cheers....Bernard {{hugs}}.

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Ye Olde Christmassy Eve

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This morning the Sun came out with beautiful clear blue skies.

Not so yesterday when I ventured outside to gaze upon this promised eclipse.

It was completely clouded over!

See even Mother Nature seems to abide by Murphy’s Law!

There is always a downside to most things, and as welcome as the sun was, it did its best to show up all the dust, crumbs, cat hairs and bits of Christmas past.

So I started my spring cleaning early this year.

To start with I took down all the decorations and then thought.

“Oh dam! I wonder if that’s bad luck for the next 360 days, for taking them down early?

I know it is bad luck to leave them up after the Twelfth Night, but surely not everyone can be expected to down the lot on the 6th January, or Epiphany as it’s more correctly labelled.

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I went away to read up on this and found out that today, 5th January is known as Old Christmas Eve. So tomorrow is Old Christmas Day and all us old ’ns can, if we feel up to it, go through the whole celebration again! (not really).

It appears this all goes back to around 1582 actually, and as I was saying in my last post, all these dates are purely relative and have changed, time and time again.

From the time of Julius Caesar, this country used the Julian Calendar. It was based on the sun’s orbit and was much better than the previous system, based on the phases of the moon. But it was not accurate enough and every year was eleven minutes and fifteen seconds out.

So what you ask, who would notice?

Well, that adds up to one day out, every one hundred and twenty eight years.

So once again, as no-one ever reached the magnificent age of 128, it went unnoticed by the serfs and peasants.

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But…..by the sixteenth century, this error had accumulated to ten day too many.

Not many people spotted this in their daily lives, but the Pope did.

Pope Gregory XIII was ‘at the crease’ at the time and at the ‘stroke of a quill‘, lopped eleven minutes, fifteen seconds off the length of a year and deleted the spare ten days!

This was the Gregorian Calendar and was adopted throughout Catholic Europe.

Us stubborn Protestants on this side of the English channel weren’t going to be told by the Pope, what day it was and so stuck rigidly to our Julian calendar.

This meant that Paris was ten days behind London.

We also kept the 25th March as the start of a New Year.

By the time Protestant England came round to adopting this Gregorian calendar we were eleven days out, and so, in 1752, these eleven days were given the chop.

As to be expected, there were riots with people demanding

“Give us our days back!“

Prior to this seismic event England had celebrated Christmas on the equivalent of 6th January.

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And this dear friends, is why today is “Olde Christmas Eve”

and this Olde fellow is just off to hang up his Olde stocking for a second time -

hoping to get those goodies I missed out on, the first time round!

But I may not bother putting up all those

decorations again!

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ps. I apologise to the people of Ireland, Scotland and Wales for no mention, but I found no details of how these plans were implemented in their

respective homelands.

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A Mixed Bag.

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I do apologise for the lack of Christmas music this year.

I have found a couple on YT but not really suitable for a mixed audience.

So after a couple of hours this morning, gave up and decided to link back to...

A nice little 26 note Organ playing "The twelve days of Christmas."

The choir of "St. Francis de la Sissies."

And from Australia "Merry Christmas you Suckers."

Now on Wednesday,

Angus was enquiring as to the contents of Hazel's box.

Mystery solved.

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CherryPie was thinking that Waitrose was too expensive.

But look here, excellent value for money in their "Essential" range.

(and no, I don't have shares in John Lewis)

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Kate was expressing an interest in my "High protein pizza".

It was topped with these!

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Mealy Worms - The robins just love them.

It certainly pays to shop around these days.

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A load of reductions in Asda yesterday.

Cheers!

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