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Another New Month

The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year.”
– Mark Twain

Don’t forget Mothers day this weekend, well here in the UK anyway, why do we need a Mothers day? You should be nice to your mom all the time!

Here is a site telling all about Mothers Day, I just love these sites, they make me laugh. The bit in this one that made me smile was right at the end, where it says the UK has lost the original meaning to Mothering Day. But the day is celebrated with lot of excitement and enthusiasm. Roses, carnations and chrysanthemums are popular flowers on Mothers Day. We also apparently have a tradition of making a rich almond cake for our mothers, on Mother’s Day, which is often called ‘Mothering Cake’ or ‘Simnel Cake.’ I have never made or eaten Simnel cake for Mother day, or Easter come to that, (mmmm, I may make one this year), and I don’t know anyone who has.

“Why, I did not know we had quarreled.”

Henry David Thoreau, (when asked by his aunt if he had made his peace with God).

On the internet you can be anything you want to be, and here is the proof. Ha ha

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Don’t you find this very annoying? Looking at Yahoo the other morning I found this site for FREE things to do this spring the first thing I looked at, (a garden) had a charge.

and if you are wondering why this post seems odd, (well more than usual) it’s because I started two different posts and couldn’t be bothered to rewrite, so I bunged them together!

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Edward Lear (1812-1888)

The Owl and The Pussy-Cat

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!

II

Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long have we tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?’
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in the wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

III

‘Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

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“Brain cells come and brain cells go but fat cells live forever!”
– Anonymous

And I feel really stupid, because it’s not the first time I have done what I have done and what have I done? Burnt my hand on the frying pan handle, let me just point out at this point that it is supposed to be a stay cool handle. Only this time I have done a good job on it, blisters on each finger and a big one on the fleshy part under the thumb, but least the swelling has gone down. The pan is now in the bin! (All this happen Saturday).

Popped into town this morning to the Matalan, to look at their £10 sandals, but they hadn’t got any, I also tried on a maxi dress, but I would have had to have removed the frill and cut 18ins off to make it wearable, so I didn’t bother. While in there I had to smile at a conversation between a little girl and her mother.

LG. Can I have these I like these, I really do (bag of sweets)

M No

LG Please I really really like them, I do…what are they?

M Oh you really, really like them do you, but you don’t know what they are. They have nuts in them, you can’t have them.

The little girl then pointed to all the sweets along the row and said ‘Nuts in, nuts in, nuts in, I suppose they all have nuts in’?

M Yes that’s right.

The little girl went to the books,

LG Oh look stories, I like stories, can I have…

M No

LG. I had something from the other two shops, but you won’t let me have something from this shop, tut you never let me have anything.

Heehee, what a darling

Macavity – The Mystery Cat
by T S Eliot

Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw–
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no on like Macavity,
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air–
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!

Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square–
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!

He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s.
And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair–
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!

And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty’s gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair–
But it’s useless of investigate–Macavity’s not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
“It must have been Macavity!”–but he’s a mile away.
You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macacity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place–MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

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The more you put into living,
the more you get out of life.
-Stephens

It was number ones birthday yesterday so it was off to Cafe soya for tea (dinner if you are posh), for us (us being me and number 1, hubby had to work). We haven’t been here in ages, hubby doesn’t like the place, but we do so we took the opportunity. We used to have a set menu, so that we got lots of little bits to try, however it appears that they don’t do it any more. So number 1 ordered spare ribs to start then prawns and I ordered spring rolls then squid and we shared.

Then on to the Crescent Theatre to see Maskerade I don’t really know what to say about this, you know when you can’t make your mind up if you enjoyed it or not? Well it was one of those. I am glad I had read the book, because I don’t think you would have had a cat in hells chance of understanding what was going on otherwise. The microphones weren’t that good when it came to the singing; it was very hard to hear what they were singing over the music. The play was done in two acts with a change in actors for three of the roles. Nanny Ogg and granny Weatherwise were played by Nadia Smith and Sally Edward in act one and for me were by far a better pair of witches than the two who took over the parts in act two. Salzella was played by Jonathan Leighton in act one and Angus Villiers Stuart took over for act two, Angus made a better Salzella, and number 1 pointed out that if his moustache had been real and not drawn on he would properly have twirled it, and I have to agree, he really did become the part.

Don’t for get your clocks this weekend, BST here we come!

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29 years ago

I would so love the Yeti to be real, but I hope we never find it. Can you imagine , the poor things lives would be made a misery. But it seems we may be getting close  What about this for a waste of money don’t these people know how big a bus is?

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“Is nature a giant cat? If so, who strokes its back?”
Nikola Tesla

As I sat reading an article about ofgem and the gas/electric companies this morning on Yahoo, I popped into the comment box to see what the little people thought about it all and came across a comment from someone who asked who has hear of Nikola Tesla. He invented free power, well I just had to go a googling, because I hadn’t heard of him, he was one very clever man, but it seems his ideas were sadly taken over by the powers that be and he died alone. Here you go, go and read about this man.

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How doth the little crocodile…
a poem by Lewis Carroll

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!

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