“The reason fat people are happy is that their nerves are well protected.”
– Luciano Pavarotti
So what’s been happening since I last put finger to key board. We went for a stroll around Forge Mill Lake and farm where I gave some baby cows a bit of a fuss and then onto Sandwell Valley for a walk around Swan Pond and into the farm where we watched a pig trying to demolish his pen and I had a chat with a hen, yes I did. She clucked then I clucked, then she clucked, you get the picture. If there’s one thing I don’t like about the valley is the fact that the only toilet and tearoom is inside the farm, which there is a charge to get into. So if you take little ones into the valley for the day and they need to go its £1.50 an adult and 50p a child. £2.00 for a tinkle, and that’s if you only have one child. Likewise if you have walked the valley and surrounding area and fancy a cuppa its £1.50 before you start. Not good really is it?
I have spent sometime in the garden tidying, it never looks any better this time of year but I always feel better when I have done it.
I watched Fargo, which was good but very strange.
It’s love your liver month and for once this advice seems sensible.
Yet another earthquake in Indonesia
and who in this day has £72 a week to spend on one persons meals, even if it is to lose weight? Another thing all these people you see that have lost a lot of weight, where is all the excess flesh, I know from losing weight myself you get a lot of hanging flesh. Have they all had surgery to remove it as well?
Talking about a waste of money £32 billion on a train that won’t be completed for 21 years. Funny how we are being told there is no money to keep the old warm, day centres for the vulnerable open or maintain parks and public places, but we can find £32 billion for a train no one is going to be able to afford to ride. £32 billion would build a lot of houses for the homeless you know.
A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?”
The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.
The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.
That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.
The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”
The man says, “All right, all right. I’m dying to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was, is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?”
The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.”
The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have travelled the earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.”
The monks reply, “Congratulations, you are correct and now you are a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.”
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is behind that door.”
The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, “May I have the key?”
The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.
Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man requests the key to the stone door.
The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst.
Finally, the monks say, “This is the key to the last door!”
The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight!
. . . But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk.
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