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I have started a new job so sorry I have not blogged for a while but being a bank robber is hard work especially as most of the bank safes are bare at the moment.

I hope everyone is well and I hope you like this photo I took of the sky that which is something that you may have in your parts too (no, I do not mean your parts as is your parts, what type of a cad to you think I am)

Love you, got to go now, we will meet for coffee sometime... ok ya!

Chow baby!

A walk in the English Countryside

A very very very old church which must have been hundreds of years old and built by someone like Norman the Conker who came to England from France back in about the year 1066 and landed by boat on the beaches near Hastings so as to avoid airport custom's and passport control and had a scrap with our King Harold and poked his eye out with an arrow making poor old Harold get blood stains on his smart outfit made from the skin of a dead unicorn (it had to be dead of course otherwise it would have got very cold in the winter without it's fur coat and all of the other unicorns would have called him a freak and thrown toasted hedgehogs at him)

This is very very very very old church door and the clever thing about it is that you can go either in or out of the church (I love exploring old churches)

Mmmm ...crispy duck with pancake rolls and plum sauce... yummy! Did I really say Crispy duck with pancake rolls and plum sauce... yummy! when children may be reading this blog? This was a joke of course kids because everyone knows that the crispy duck that you get at the Chinese restaurant is not really made out of cute fluffy ducks but cute fluffy bunny wabbits instead! Gosh I am turning in to a mean old humbug.

An old English red post box made in the reign of Queen Victoria due to the V and the R embossed on it's front.... there, see, I am not as thick as you all say I is!
(click on the photo to enlarge it and can you see the face of the man at the bottom left hand corner of the post box made out of the white growy stuff? Or is it just me? It even has an eye

Mmmm ... Crispy lamb with pancake rolls and plum sauce... yummy!

What did one lamb turn around and say to the other lamb?

He didn't because lambs do not speak, I cannot believe that you were just trying to work out in your head what he was saying, mind you, it could have been a she.

I hope you have all had a great week, sorry that I am not blogging so regularly due to starting a new job etc, thanks for still popping by.

byeee

Ilfracombe harbour at night

Hello folks!

Wish you were here!

This post card is for one of my customers Steve from Magna Displays in Nuneaton (see Steve, I do live here in Combe Martin!)

I think that this photo must have been taken in the 50's or 60's because that pile of seaweed just behind the yellow boat to the right of the photo is not there any more and the man in the dashing red swim shorts now has a big long grey beard and tatty faded pink shorts but apart from that things are just the same!

Take these wings

"Fly in to the blue sky before the clouds cover it boy!" the old man shouted to me above the wind "but I cannot fly" I told him "then take these magic wings" he replied thrusting a broken broom handle and a dirty mop in to my arms "these are not wings! One is an old broom and the other is an old mop" I said, "wings boy, magic wings that were a gift from the Gods to me, hold one in each arm and just you see laddy, just you see!"

"As you run shout the magic word 'Hagooo' and you will fly!"

"Now run! chase the blue sky, fly like a bird and leave whilst you can!"

With the broom crooked in my left arm and the old mop in my right I ran over the Braunton sands skipping through the shallow water flapping my wooden wings up and down "hagooo .... hagoooooo" I shouted out loud"

"Run Boy run, you'll see!"

A couple walking their dog stopped by the old man and asked him what I was doing as I became a small flapping dot on the horizon "I have not got a clue" the old man told them "I think he was drunk and told me that he could fly using that old mop and broom, so sad, so very sad"

Beach Huts

Goodnight Summer! All around the British coast the doors are closed on the little 'home from home' beach huts. Sandy buckets and spades, Grandpas false teeth, kettles which will not feel the warmth of hot water for making tea all wait patiently until next Spring.

Good night beach huts.

Things that make me laugh

The crowd at the display waited to watch the clever drug sniffing dog, he came in to the ring did a lap around the inside of the fence to the joy of the crowd and then squatted and did a doggie dodoo, "ugh that's sick" said one little girl.

OK I promise not to talk about do doos of any kind any more as it seems as though my last few posts have been about this subject.

Today I walked to the Post Office, there was a little old lady with a walking stick on the path up ahead of me so I stepped on to the road to walk past her, as I drew along by her side she seemed to pick up speed, in fact as I walked on the road with cars whizzing by she kept up pace for pace so I started to walk faster, she walked faster so I walked faster, this was becoming silly, we were virtually running side by side as I neared the Post Office, she was gasping for breath and so was I but there was no way I was going to back down, I had to over take her, it was then that I noticed that the sleeve of my top that I had tied around my waist had got attached to her coat.

I took the black bin bag full of waste down to the big wheelie bin in the road tonight and as I swung it up in the air to drop it in to the big bin the bottom of the bag spit open sending all the waste food etc all up the street. I shouted a rude word and had to go and get another bag so as to scoop up all the old food whilst a bus full of passengers stopped in the road by me and had a good laugh at my expense!

Never drive whilst drinking! I had filled up a big bottle of water for the journey but due to it's size I had to crouch and take a swig of the bottle whilst it rested on the windscreen, it was at that moment that a dog ran in to the road and the bottle hit the windscreen and sent the bottle opening in to the top of my gum. With blood running from a cut in my gum I said another rude word.

I am off to bed now, too much excitement for one day!