THAT NOTORIOUSLY SAD MISTAKE.
I
still can't find things I put away at Christmas, including family
photographs normally lined along the mantelpiece in the dining room:
they had to come down to accommodate the Santa Claus line-up that
benevolently beams away there for a couple of weeks every December.
Well, it's only May now so I might still unearth them before it's time to repeat that notoriously sad mistake.
I won't hold me breath, though.
MAY THE GODS PROTECT US.
From lunatics with beiief.
This morning came news that five people were attacked in central Paris last night - one of them fatally - by a knife wielding nutjob who French police promptly shot dead, and that a family of six indoctrinated idiots (mother, father, two daughters and two sons) carried out suicide bomb attacks on three churches in Surabaya, Indonesia today.
They and many of those they attacked, died.
Why?
Christ knows what these twisted barmpots are out to prove, but no religion or belief in the world is worth that sort of carnage.
AND AT HOME.
Nephew Philip Butler.
This highly regarded younger son of Mo's late sister, Jean, had to undergo a re-route of blood supply (this time at Basingstoke and North Hampshire Hospital) recently, will be returning there shortly for an operation on his liver, but was out and cheerfully optimistic in time for his birthday on the 11th of May.
All the very best, Phil. Youre a good 'un. As is...
NO DOOM ON YOU.
Well, it's only May now so I might still unearth them before it's time to repeat that notoriously sad mistake.
I won't hold me breath, though.
MAY THE GODS PROTECT US.
From lunatics with beiief.
This morning came news that five people were attacked in central Paris last night - one of them fatally - by a knife wielding nutjob who French police promptly shot dead, and that a family of six indoctrinated idiots (mother, father, two daughters and two sons) carried out suicide bomb attacks on three churches in Surabaya, Indonesia today.
They and many of those they attacked, died.
Why?
Christ knows what these twisted barmpots are out to prove, but no religion or belief in the world is worth that sort of carnage.
AND AT HOME.
This highly regarded younger son of Mo's late sister, Jean, had to undergo a re-route of blood supply (this time at Basingstoke and North Hampshire Hospital) recently, will be returning there shortly for an operation on his liver, but was out and cheerfully optimistic in time for his birthday on the 11th of May.
All the very best, Phil. Youre a good 'un. As is...
NO DOOM ON YOU.
Jess Daisy White
our granddaughter (on the
right), who completed her studies at Hertfordshire University this
week and returned home in time to tackle the annual Walk the Wight
event today. She, together with friends, Buddy the dog (who made it to Carisbrooke), and with lord
knows how many more worthwhile walkers for Mountbatten Hospice
charity, started out from Bembridge at 7am and,
via Arreton, Carisbrooke, Mottistone and Freshwater, made it to Alum
Bay at a little after 5 this afternoon. On a selfishly
personal note, lovely girl, the one and only Popsy is very, very
proud of you. Well done.
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