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I read a scary story somewhere online yesterday about a man who rolled over in bed one morning, thinking he was stroking his pet cat, opened an eye and realised a fox was lying on his bed - can you imagine ?!?!!
I've had worse...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
... golly! Mata Hari-style persuasion techniques???
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
... for our Southern readers - a "gravel train" is what Northerners have instead of a gravy train. (But, by 'eck, wur 'appy!)
Gravel? You were lucky! We had mud.
Weatherwise, today it's been dry, overcast, c 15ºC, but still no rain, though it looks increasingly likely.
Saly, I regret that I can offer no guidance on garden (or indeed any kind of) foxes. I do remember that in the sixties our garden in Edinburgh was plagued by rabbits, and the solution was uncle bringing his shotgun one weekend. (Nothing to do with me, guv, I were just a lad.)
... golly! Mata Hari-style persuasion techniques???
Oh well, I was going to say - He's not adverse to a bit of the old Mata Hari now and again but I seem mangerton has once more steered us back to safe waters ...... and some dry Scottish toast. Oh, those Presbyterians .... love them!
Quite right, Cali, and there's not many of us about.
As the old Scottish toast has it, "Here's tae us, wha's like us? Damn few, and they're a' deid!"
The toast reminds me of a saying of my late grandfather (Yorkshire): "They're all mad save thee and me; and I'm not so sure about thee...."
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
The toast reminds me of a saying of my late grandfather (Yorkshire): "They're all mad save thee and me; and I'm not so sure about thee...."
Oh, my ears and whiskers ......... I am late, late, for a very important date ... Where is the nearest rabbit hole? unto whiich I may disappear into with Alice?
Oh, my ears and whiskers ......... I am late, late, for a very important date ... Where is the nearest rabbit hole? unto whiich I may disappear into with Alice?
I suddenly wondered - is that saying Lewis Carroll...? But no. Its origins have been the subject of online conjecture (the Yorkshire element seems familiar):
Who was the author of this approximate quotation All the world is mad but me and thee and I think I have doubts about thee - trivia question /questions answer / answers
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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