I haven't said much about being an empty nester in two or three months. That doesn't mean that I've not been thinking about it. In fact I thought about it today when someone on the news said something about a 65 million year old Raptor nest - including 22 tiny fossil eggs. I probably thought about it because I feel like a bit of an old dinosaur. And this made much worse today because I've twisted, bent, hurt, upset, torn, stretched, aggravated, whatever my knee. So much so that I had to cancel a squash game for the first time ever. Dear o dear. Someone is going to buy the nest for a few hundred thousand dollars. My nest is worth a whole load more than that - at least in my eyes - but mine can't or wont be fossilised. Mine is no more. It is a dead nest. Because life moves on. I have thought a bit about whether I'd want to get it back to how it was 6 months ago - just like the movie maker of Jurassic park resurrects the beasts from 65 million years ago. But I don't.

Wet wet wet

Apparently the music of the 90's is making a comeback.
That's a shame.
Although wet wet wet
(should that be with Capital W's?)
did have some nice tunes.

Definitely the rain came in torrents yesterday
And a bit today
That was a shame
if you caught out in it
but good if you have a dry well.

And today two girls (ladies?) got very wet
Inside our newly refurbished Church
But it was intentional.

Because they had decided that
they wanted to declare their faith in, and love of
The one and only Lord of the Universe.
The King of Kings
The indescribable

S0, I share with you
some of the words which explain why they got wet wet wet:

"This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again."

And he can help. Not just the world, but you too....

Voting Feet

Tonight at Zizzi's
A pizza place in town
We had free frees
free olives
free coffees
free hours wait
hence the free stuff.

I think we'll give the joint a miss for a few months

Don't like to make a fuss
'cos everyone gets embarrassed
I am English after all
But I can vote with my feet

And talking about voting with feet
I feeling it might be about time to do something about the local football club
Why should we pay so much, to see no effort
no passion
no goals
no nothing.

Oh, and we are four again this weekend
Which is really really cool.


Things I know about Derby....
It's a horse race
It's a town
It's a hat

But in terms of football......
Never bet on a 'derby' match
because they create funny results
like Ipswich beating Norwich
It should never have happened
And although I lost no money
(because I didn't bet)
I still feel upset.
Roll on the return match in a few months time.

Another thing I keep thinking about
was a herd of lions
attacking a proud elephant
on TV the other day

The lions won
and feasted
and again, I was upset
but I'm not sure why
unlike the football
it was completely natural.

Big Deal

Today we went in to Deal
We being me and my little bro
who is quite little at the mo
because he's 2 stones lighter.
To prove it, I took some pictures
of the stones on the beach.
Which is where he's put them.

Then we went to the zoo
or rather the public footpath that walks over the
elephant enclosure

Big elephants
apart from the baby
which was small
see picture for more proof.

And the mean zoo owners
have boarded up the public footpath
on either side
so, after today
we will no longer be able to see
the elephants.

very big of them
no free big elephant viewing.
Big deal.

Christmas Meals

It's that time again.
Having to chose what I want to eat
In 4 weeks time
For work Christmas meals.
I don't know what I'll fancy.
I reckon, as a rule,
if I order in advance
it will be cooked in advance
and reheated a couple of times
prior to consuming.
So I refuse!

And will sit on my own,
Billy no mates,
in the empty office.

And I'll sit and wonder
how Keep Off The Grass
signs got there.

And maybe I'll sit and wonder
if my invisible ink has run out.

And I'll sit and wonder
if I'm an old grump.

Class Act


Man o man.
Highly recommend you to go take a listen
I was checking it out on Saturday Night
In London
Having seen fireworks on the Thames
and having watched
A whole load of people
walk, ride, drive
in something called the
Lord Mayor's Procession.

What struck me was
People like dressing up in weird costumes
A lot of people are involved in charity organisations
The brass/marching bands of the various armed forces are good
The army boys look really hard
Fireworks are a waste of money

And about the concert
How can so many people
all play
in time and in tune
with each other
and how
can someone imagine a sound
and compose it
and write it down
and 100 years later, still cause
a tear
or two
in my uncompassionate eye.

A class act

Red or White?

Can't believe that people have been arguing
over the colour of the poppy
Red for tradition, but maybe war and blood
White for peace.

I say stick with red
That's the colour that grew
in Flanders fields
But this picture with both is quite nice
But I reckon someone has fiddled
with some digital software.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Tuesday Evening

Two things today make me feel a bit grim

First, feeling a bit disappointed
All to do with people and relationships at work
(don't panic, not home, home is lovely, but I am missing my little boy!)
Maybe I'm not supposed to have feelings and emotions
But heck, I do!

Second, I've been watching a bit of a documentary/drama
showing the outcome of a flu pandemic.
"We're all doomed", even before Global Warming or Islamic terrorists can get us

The flu thing was only a story, but I'm guessing it could easily become reality - in fact is pretty likely. I'm going to go and get an orange after I written this!

Oranges are good aren't they?

After feeling grim, I had to type up these words of a song:

Bring me to my knees
Every time that I feel strong
Take away my pride
Thinking I can manage alone.

Lead me to the cross
Every time that I feel weak.
In frailty you are strong.
The greatest love that man has ever seen.

I feel better already.
And they just invented a anti-viral drug in the drama!

This weekend

On Saturday - Norwich, vs Sunderland
On Sunday - Helen G, with the bishop doing his stuff

Come on yellows, let's do it.
By us, you understand, I count myself - an integral part of the team
So we need to do it, to win, or at least score a goal, please, pretty please.

More importantly, this weekend is Helen G's weekend.

Here's some words for a song that I think's appropriate, maybe.... Hope it goes ok Helen.

God in my living
There in my breathing
God in my waking
God in my sleeping
God in my resting
There in my working
God in my thinking
God in my speaking

Be my everything

God in my hoping
There in my dreaming
God in my watching
God in my waiting
God in my laughing
There in my weeping
God in my hurting
God in my healing

Be my everything

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