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Ah, building a greenhouse is it? Well I hope you have enough green paint to suffice.
As my old dad used to say, "enough is sufficient."

He was handy at building things from scratch. There was always a good solid workbench wherever we lived. I'm quite sure it was the same wood moved each time with the furniture then fitted into the new space.


I know of the gardener woman off the telly you mean. We used to watch a programme called Ground Force by here, but she is a lot larger now than she was back then.
Part of our back garden is based on a design from that programme.
When I was about fifty and thinking ahead to retirement I decided to make a labour saving garden. It took me two years and nearly killed me, but now it's paying dividends.


We've had the rains and the winds here, and before that 'twas cold, but we always seem to escape the worst of things. It's generally warm and wet or cold and dry by here at this time of the year.

My Outlaws have had both of their jabs, I had my first one last week, and my Lovely Cousin will be getting her jab tomorrow.
She got the invite by text so 'phoned her sister who is two years older and has the same surname initial. They then went through the booking process together and got appointments ten minutes apart. My lovely cousin will come her and then follow my Lovely Cousin (if you follow that) because the older sister doesn't know the place where the jabs are being done.

The girls are as alike as chalk and Chaucer, but I always got on well with both of them. The older girl has always been a good friend to me and a brilliant Aunt to our kids. It will be nice to see her even if it will only be a quick chat on the driveway.

When they were teenagers and before I started courting the younger girl, I used to invite both of them to spend a day at my place every now and then. I would perform culinary experiments upon them then go out somewhere for the afternoon. A country walk and an ice-cream often featured heavily during that time. I tell you, it did my Street-Cred absolutely no harm at all to be seen arm in arm with two attractive young ladies.

Let's hope the effects of these jabs start to bite soon, and we will be able to hug our friends and family in the not too distant future.

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I learned a lot from my Dad too Fruity, he was a train driver by occupation, but when he was a TB patient in the sanitarium he used to make model trains, bridges and churches from matchsticks, some of the models are still up in the family home now occupied by my youngest brother.

I’ve seen the snaps of your beautiful garden, it’s a credit to you.

Best of luck to your beloved with the vaccine.

I’m very disappointed with the vaccine rollout here, we’re only a population of some 6.5 million and so far only about 300,000 have had it done, this new Johnson&Johnson vaccine seems to be the business if it comes out soon, only one shot required I believe.

One on each arm eh? you lucky devil, by the time I got a chance at having two sisters linking me they were well into their 60’s and none of the other old lads even noticed, no feather in me cap there. they probably thought I was a social worker taking them out for a walk.
(good job they have a sense of humour)

Yes things seem to moving rapidly over there now, good for you all, maybe this Summer will see some big improvements over the disaster we all had last year, hopefully.

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My God!, things must be really hitting rock bottom in US politics when the opposition start slagging off your dog.
Hit me as hard as you can but leave my dog alone, that’s far below the belt in my book.
Why only last week here I was expressing my love for “mangy dogs”

I have to admit “junkyard dog” is new to me, although I think I heard it in a song about a certain Leroy brown, “he was meaner than a junkyard dog”

“ Newsmax, that journalistic bastion, went after the Bidens' German shepherd, Champ. It aired a segment claiming that he was "dirty," "unpresidential" and looked like a "junkyard dog." CNN news.

A good description of Donald Trump, but an insult to any law abiding dog.

How low can you go, hands off the innocent dogs I say.

And I was asked why I don’t like politics, because of the sly dirty greedy game that it is, the sooner the robots take over the better, they certainly couldn’t do any worse.
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For years I’ve tried to figure out how it is that when you want to cool something like soup you blow on it, and when you want to warm up your hands on a cold day you also blow into them.
The answer suddenly became clear to me today, and it just goes to prove how the human body is a remarkable piece of kit.

You form a small “O” with your mouth and “blow” to cool something, and you open your mouth wide and “haw” into your hands to warm them up, the difference is a simple blow or haw.

It’s truly amazing that within the confines of one’s own mouth there lies a compact heating and cooling system, God you sure did your homework creating humans, pity you had to include the greed seed though, otherwise you made a splendid job of it.

Enough of my hemming and hawing for one day.

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"Who was trained not to spit in the fan"

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One of Mel Brooke’s best films I think, that and “Young Frankenstein”, a comic genius and mad as a hatter was Mel, he’s still hanging in there at 94.

If someone says it’s alright to spit into a fan, I won’t dis sputum.

Is the upcoming Windows 12 just another pane in the anus?
I’m asking for a Spanish friend, who will be most grateful for your replies. mucho glassy ass amigo.
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They have yet to find a more durable substitute for the wooden door we know and love for thousands of years now. I cannot see these aluminium/plastic doors lasting as long as the old solid wooden doors you see in old buildings, castles and churches, beautiful and absolute works of art in their own right.

When the new artificial doors go wrong you can be locked out without a hope of getting in again without a locksmith, (happened to us) then he has to put in a whole new planet of the same old shit that locked you out in the first place, not a bit reliable in my humble opinion.

Although the wife has the new aluminium windows and doors in for quite a few years now I still preferred the old wooden doors.

How many times a day do you reckon you open and shut some kind of door?
How many hours of your life have you spent talking to someone at your hall door?

Doors are very important structures, never underestimate the functions of the door.

Doors keep people in and let people out, you could not have lockdown without doors, you need a number and a letterbox on your door in order to receive post, barring you have one of those outside mail boxes, goodnight kisses are given and received at doors, and when one is feeling poorly someone might say to you
“You look like you’re at deaths door”

See what I mean, even death has a door, and heaven has a first cousin of the door— the gate, golden gates to be precise.
Which poses the question, which came first , the gate or the door?

There was a furniture shop near me that specialised in wooden doors, the lady who owned it was Mrs Diana Wilton, she called the shop “Diana Doors”, but she hadn’t a patch on the real thing.

“Close the door they’re coming through the windows” Quote from the original film “Night of the Living Dead”

I love this modern wooden hand carved double door. Of course you'd have to have the right house for it.

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Oh yes, good old mad Mel. He has made me chuckle more than once.

I no nought about Winders Dozen. I was led to believe Windows Ten would be that last, and we would then suffer infinite downgrades and disprovements ad nauseum.

As for doors. We've had external wooden doors that leaked water and air. Aluminium doors that expanded and jammed,
Plastic doors that expanded even more and jammed harder. Now we have composite doors that seem to be much betterer at staying roughly the same size in all weathers.

There was a TV programme on last week talking about building structures, and how centuries old wooden beams gradually took on properties like iron. I imagine that's why old church and castle doors get to the point where they refuse to deteriorate.

I used to work on a jet engine called the Adour. A lot of the engines my former employer made were given names of rivers such as the Avon or Trent. The Adour is a river in Franceland because it was an Anglo-French project.

The most important door in my life was the front door where my Lovely Cousin used to live. I spent many a half hour there "saying" goodnight, and on a balmy Friday one summer, I proposed to her there.

I'm a great fan of the Goons. One of their best lines was, "I opened the door in my pyjamas."
"I didn't know you had a door in your pyjamas".

That's a magnificent image of a door. It would not look out of place at a library entrance signifying the Tree of Knowledge.

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I wish the pubs were opened again, almost a year now, I miss the company more than anything else.
I have plenty of new material to try out on the other old lads in the local, I’ll add your Goons one to that list Fruity.
Old Freddy who’s in his late 60’s married a woman half his age, I’ll ask him does his new wife ever open the door in her bra, no that wouldn’t work, that’s a double door job, might try knickers instead, probably get a black eye, but I’ll risk it for a laugh.

I loved the Goons too, Prince Charlie is a great fan of them I believe, he has all the old scripts, I think Sellers or Milligan presented them to him years ago.
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I’m not fond of that expression “it’s a no brainer”. clever folks use it a lot, never fools like me, I’m low in brain cells and have to be thrifty with the use of same. they say brain cells are like special offers in Lidi, once they’re gone they’re gone.
Are the no brainers really saying “Look at me, i’m so clever I don’t even need a brain”?
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When a brain cell splits, does it’s bum show? as like PJ. Proby, who remembers him I wonder, PJaysus Proby as me older brother used to call him, never a dull moment when PJ was around, he seemed to be always in the news back then, but I’ll always remember him for the pants splitting episode on stage.


The Beatles brought him back with them from Texas in 1964 and he stayed in the UK, the girls went wild about him everywhere he appeared.
I liked the fellow when I was young, he was different to the other popsters at the time, but popsters are like posters, they come and go.

I see he’s still doing singing engagements.

I think he looks a bit like the Wolfman in this photo, the 1941 version with that actor who used to hang from the ceiling at Christmas time--Long Chaney. Wonder has he got the sign of the pentagram?

"Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night

May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms

And the autumn moon is bright."

We used to have a government minister over here in the 80’s, Brendan Howlin was his name, they couldn’t find a ministry to suit his talents so they made him the official minister for Werewolfs. (only pulling yer leg Brendan)