Thursday, January 31, 2013

Fancy a dip!

Very hardy WHV folk! Must have been that day they call summer.............

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

heavens above!...

..."can ya see who it is yet?"...

...does this help?...

 ...or this?...                

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

SUNNY QUEENSLAND [ Today ]




What a difference a day makes! Who would have thought it could change so much so rapidly.However,1hour away it has been declared a Disaster Zone!!! THIS AM AUSTRALIA!!!!

Monday, January 28, 2013

SUNNY QUEENSLAND [well it was yesterday ]




My local fishing spot at the causeway! You can normally walk across to the far power pole!

Australia Day long weekend

Hi everyone. Just sharing a shot of Saturday's Australia Day Tall Ships Race on Sydney Harbour - before the rain hit.
Weird country! We had a month of record breaking temperatures approaching 45-50 degrees in places, then bushfires up and down the east coast of Oz, and now the worst floods on record in parts of Queenland after monster rains. All the time watching accounts of your northern weather on the news.
Its a long weekend here, but the weather had the last word. There's so much rain here I thought Helga was in town...

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

CANAL BECOMES A ROAD AND A RINK



I'm one of the few that just love the Winter. Look at the cloudless blue skies. Put on a warm jacket and your fine. In the City they put down salt and sand (grit) and it all turns to slushy muck. Thes are some of our neighbours that don't head to Florida for the Winter (Snow Birds)

Huge Bear Surprises Samsung Crew on EcoBubble washing machine Photo Shoo...

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

WILHEMSHAVEN 1946

Hi All
Interesting foto, one of a series I found all taken either late 1945 or summer 1946.
Before all you lot got there!

The Squiz, anyone seen a BT man????

Monday, January 21, 2013

a man of our times...


...Michael Robert Winner...
...30 October 1935 – 21 January 2013...

Friday, January 18, 2013

Calling our Northern friends

One of our TWA members is looking to organise a mini reunion in the Durham area – she was Jacqualine Napier – now Richards – Drake 69 – 70 and details are as follows

Proposed date Saturday 30th March. At midday.

Whitbreads Restaurant
Belmont Industrial Estate
Broomside Park
Durham
DH1 1GG
Telephone number 0191 3706500

It is a minutes drive off the A1 (M) interchange just off Junction 62. Also just off the A690 at Carville.
Located right next door to the Restaurant is the Premier Inn East, a good point of reference.
Durham city Centre and the railway station is a mile away.

If anyone wants to go or know more details - give me a shout and I will send you her email address...

We have snow....

And then my sister and I made a snowman in mum and dads garden
Taken at about 7.30am this morning

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Hi all,
The squiz is still alive and living in Shrewsbury although at the mercy of BT engineers,so my visits will be infrequent!




A Happy New Year to you all.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

The Emperor's Samurai, oi vay!

Once upon a time a powerful Emperor of the Rising Sun advertised for a new Chief Samurai. After a year, only three applied for the job: a Japanese, a Chinese and a Jewish Samurai. "Demonstrate your skills!" commanded the Emperor. The Japanese samurai stepped forward, opened a tiny box and released a fly. He drew his samurai sword and *Swish!* the fly fell to the floor, neatly divided in two! "What a feat!" said the Emperor. "Number Two Samurai, show me what you do." The Chinese samurai smiled confidently, stepped forward and opened a tiny box, releasing a fly. He drew his samurai sword and * Swish! * Swish! * The fly fell to the floor neatly quartered. "That is skill!" nodded the Emperor. "How are you going to top that, Number three Samurai?" The Jewish samurai, Obi-wan Cohen, stepped forward opened a tiny box releasing one fly, drew his samurai sword and *Swoooooosh! * flourished his sword so mightily that a gust of wind blew through the room. But the fly was still buzzing around! In disappointment, the Emperor said, "What kind of skill is that? The fly isn't even dead." "Dead?" replied the Jewish Samurai !! "Dead is easy. Circumcision... THAT takes skill!"

Ever wondered what the every little bit that helped was?


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Price of gas in France

A thief in Paris planned to steal some paintings from the Louvre. After careful planning, he got past security, stole the paintings, and made it safely to his van. However, he was captured only two blocks away when his van ran out of gas. When asked how he could mastermind such a crime and then make such an obvious error, he replied, 'Monsieur, that is the reason I stole the paintings.' I had no Monet To buy Degas To make the Van Gogh. See if you have De Gaulle to send this on to someone else. I posted it here because I figured I had nothing Toulouse

Monday, January 14, 2013

Something to brighten your snow-laden days in Blighty - 50 sheds of gray.

We tried various positions - round the back, on the side, up against a wall... but in the end we came to the conclusion the bottom of the garden was the only place for a good shed. She stood before me, trembling in my shed. "I'm yours for the night," she gasped, "You can do whatever you want with me." So I took her to Nando's. She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently at first, then harder until finally it came. I moaned with pleasure. Now for the other boot. Ever since she read THAT book, I've had to buy all kinds of ropes, chains and shackles. She still manages to get into the shed, though. "Put on this rubber suit and mask," I instructed, calmly. "Mmmm, kinky!" she purred. "Yes," I said, "You can't be too careful with all that asbestos in the shed roof." "I'm a very naughty girl," she said, biting her lip. "I need to be punished." So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend. "Harder!" she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. "Harder!" "Okay," I said. "What's the gross national product of Nicaragua ?" I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window. Despite my concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat. "Are you sure you can take the pain?" she demanded, brandishing stilettos. "I think so," I gulped. "Here we go, then," she said, and showed me the receipt. "Hurt me!" she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my workbench. "Very well," I replied. "You've got fat ankles and no dress sense." "Are you sure you want this?" I asked. "When I'm done, you won't be able to sit down for weeks." She nodded. "Okay," I said, I'm putting the three-piece suite on eBay. "Punish me!" she cried. "Make me suffer like only a real man can!" "Very well," I replied, and I walked away and left the toilet seat up. "Pleasure and pain can be experienced simultaneously," she said, gently massaging my back as we listened to her Coldplay CD.

Now the rain has gone

THIS!!!

Cheers from Anlaby, East Yorkshire.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Well that's the birdtable cleared!

 
Who ate my robin?

it's magic!...

Never trust a consultant - or a waiter with a spoon!

Last week, we took some friends to a new restaurant, 'Steve's Place,' and noticed that the waiter who took our order carried a spoon in his shirt pocket. It seemed a little strange. When the busboy brought our water and utensils, I observed that he also had a spoon in his shirt pocket. Then I looked around and saw that all the staff had spoons in their pockets. When the waiter came back to serve our soup I inquired, 'Why the spoon?' 'Well,' he explained, 'the restaurant's owner hired Andersen Consulting to revamp all of our processes. After several months of analysis, they concluded that the spoon was the most frequently dropped utensil. It represents a drop frequency of approximately 3 spoons per table per hour. " If our personnel were better prepared, we can reduce the number of trips back to the kitchen and save 15 man-hours per shift.' As luck would have it, I dropped my spoon and he replaced it with his spare. 'I'll get another spoon next time I go to the kitchen instead of making an extra trip to get it right now.' I was impressed. I also noticed that there was a string hanging out of the waiter's fly. Looking around, I saw that all of the waiters had the same string hanging from their flies. So, before he walked off, I asked the waiter, 'Excuse me, but can you tell me why you have that string right there?' "Oh, certainly!' Then he lowered his voice. 'Not everyone is so observant. That consulting firm I mentioned also learned that we can save time in the restroom. ' By tying this string to the tip of our you-know-what, we can pull it out without touching it and eliminate the need to wash our hands, shortening the time spent in the restroom by 76.39%. I asked quietly, 'After you get it out, how do you put it back?' 'Well,' he whispered, 'I don't know about the others, but I use the spoon.'

Friday, January 11, 2013

Tuesday, January 08, 2013

The first caption Comp of 2013


One from Helga


the army game - the mad bull part 1

The Army Game...

...alas, I made several attempts to post the YouTube clip but it wasn't having any so this link might suffice...it certainly takes me back...Paul, you might have better luck with the posting perchance eh...

 http://youtu.be/srVEFjPQV_Y

Monday, January 07, 2013

MY MORNING VISITOR



She was not at all happy about me shooing her out into the garden.They do kill and eat most household pests,but I prefer they do it in the garden!!

Big trucks travelling between houses 5 miles apart in CAN.

2. Recycling is a Waste of Time and Money

Once upon a time it was easy to put out the trash. Today, the Garbage Gestapo rule our lives. Every household has become a mini version of the village dump, and every one of us has become a garbage picker, carefully separating our organics from our bottles and papers, and worrying about where our dryer lint is supposed to go.
Don’t try to sneak a wine bottle into the wrong bag! The trash police will punish you. The truth about recycling is that it’s a giant waste of dollars and doesn’t help the environment. But don’t tell your kids. They won’t believe you. They’ve been brainwashed.

Saturday, January 05, 2013

Listen With Mother 'voice' dies aged 93

Daphne Oxenford
http://www.televisiontunes.com/Listen_With_Mother.html

Some of you in the colonies may have missed this end of era bit of news...

Daphne Oxenford, the voice of Listen With Mother, BBC Radio's classic medley of children's stories, songs and nursery rhymes, has died aged 93. Her opening line, "Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin", was eventually included in The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations.

Funny chatting to a few friends - we all used to answer her with Yes as we settled down to listen... must have been polite little girls - not had any boys admit to listening though.

But I always used to say that to my boys when about to read them a story...

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

Happy New Year from Ottawa !





Happy New Year from a snowy Ottawa !


This is me on New Year's Eve with the grand-dogs, Otto the weaten terrier who lives with Will and Carolyn in Toronto (when they are not enjoying a holiday break in the sun) and Romeo the pomeranian who lives with Erica here in town.  Picture taken at the end of the street where the snow plows come by in the early morning hours....((

Not sure I can compete with Lofty for snow but look forward to "launching" with him this year.  
Excited about attending the PRS reunion in Canberra in early February too.  Will be Down Under for my longest trip ever this time, and look forward to seeing a bit more of that fascinating country and may even connect with some extended Greaves cousins there.

And of course there is the Southampton Reunion as well. Will be combining it with visits with Sue in Dorset and Helga in Newcastle, as well as other friends.  Lots to look forward but first of all let me wish everyone the best of health and happiness in 2013 !

Hugs, Sherry


Happy New Year from a Sunny Dorset

Whoopee!! the sun is out and the rain has stopped
Happy 2013 to you all, may it bring you all good health wealth and happiness x