Cilmeri- are you sure you weren't on the set of 'Aliens' ? Frank/Dad () Scotland is very clean because of the rain but unfortunately we need new plumbers to sort out an off tap Our midgies are very friendly they like company wherever you go. Avon 'skin so soft' is apparently very effective and is used by a lot of walkers. I think it's a moisturiser or something and some of the bigger companies have nicked it - at a vast price increase no doubt! Dry today after snow again last night. GG you could save time and just use the urinal
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Off to get ready for work - can't sit about drinking tea and chatting like all you lot you know Snow to be swept off car. Still, it could be worse folks we could be living in Syria/Cyprus/Baghdad - fill in your choice- on the whole we're pretty lucky here as I think we all know. Feel free to rant and disagree of course!
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Cilmeri- are you sure you weren't on the set of 'Aliens' ? Frank/Dad () Scotland is very clean because of the rain but unfortunately we need new plumbers to sort out an off tap Our midgies are very friendly they like company wherever you go. Avon 'skin so soft' is apparently very effective and is used by a lot of walkers. I think it's a moisturiser or something and some of the bigger companies have nicked it - at a vast price increase no doubt! Dry today after snow again last night. GG you could save time and just use the urinal
My aim isn't good enough. Won't speculate on the handstand required, either.
Fairygirl/Daughter, Sitting here last night with my Grandson sitting at my feet and Granddaughter on the arm of my chair with an arm round my neck we were talking "Orrible Istories" as you do! Marlborough Wellington Nelson, the hundred years war Waterloo and the Peninsular I happen to be a bit of a buff on them all as well as local History probably just as "orrible". Grandson taking history and had asked. What would you have done Granddad says little one and like a blinding light my brain lit up, "Make them eat Carrot cake"? Can anyone imagine all the shops closed and the French being made it to eat Carrot cake, they would give in faster than they did in 1940, we could then change their menu's to Tripe and onions, Panackelty, Welsh Rarebit, Haggis and Concannon. I can see their faces now and am enjoying the thought. Does make me wonder, "what do all those French people living in London eat Faggots and Gravy, Stewed Eels?
The bairns thought it hilarious, and made some gruesome suggestions. Frank.
Carrot cake is a lot nicer than "pain d'epices" which is dry and hard with a strange flavour. And you should try "andouillette" - offal sausage - yuk!
Now a rant. My hotmail has been changed to Outlook.com and now I can't download attachments, which is essential as I'm a church warden of the C of E here. (If you're anti-religion, please don't say anything, each to his own).
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
Frank, the French people in London have more than enough French cafes and restaurants in London to keep them happy - originally set up to cater for the Champagne Socialists from Islington (and I never mentioned Blair or Milliband!) and the Fatboy Tories from Kensington. The Liberals, of course, are mainly veggies and couldn't possibly make any comment.
I do hope that nobody misunderstands me, and thinks I am being disrespectful to our political parties.......................!
Lizzie, good morning, not a word about religion, although most forces people tend towards some belief, I never found any atheists in a fox hole. My Daughter in California is the Church of Latter Day Saints and I can out quote her on the Bible hands down, but then I had it beaten into me and it was part of the school curriculum when I was young. I had some awful meals in France as well as some very special ones too, the point being with my weak French I was never too sure what I was eating, plus the fact it was always covered in garlic type sauce so the taste would vanish in a cloud of garlic as you breathed out. The French troops I met lived on "Andouillette" rather an acquired taste I would say. Now toilets "Derek" ahem, as lads dolled up to go to the dance we would all meet in a local Quayside pub pretending to be hard men. We would be in the bar and next door in a little snug would be the Ladies of the night who worked the ships docked there. The men's toilet was at the end of the bar and a trough about knee height the ladies up a flight of stairs as the pub was built on a bank. Unloading the beer already imbibed one night the door opened in walked on of the ladies pulled up her dress cocked her leg and proceeded. Frank lad in total shock looking at a sight that should never be seen almost spoilt his nicely creased pants, was still in shock when I went out to be greeted by ribald remarks on the speed at which said lady entered and left not saying much for my capabilities. I think I lost the bright red flush after an hour or so.
Pentille, yes London is a place you can eat any of the worlds cuisines and the street food is wonderful, who said we Brits cannot cook, we just cannot cook our own food is all and when we do it is something weird like carrot cake??? As to politics I am neutral, each being as bad as the other all with their trotters in the feeding trough and having seen a variation of Governments each worse than the other have lost the will to vote. I did think Green until a woman said it was mine and my parents fault we were in the state we were in, it appears we were wasteful??? Remembering unwrapped food, Milk from Churns in your own jugs, then Milk Bottles washed and returned to be used a million times, four page newspapers which were promptly collected by the Scouts along with cardboard tins and anything else, the fire ashes used on the garden and Vegetables all locally grown. Add food being used to the last crumb due to shortages and poor pay, I do think she was a bit over the top and withdrew any thoughts of voting for Windmills that don't work in the cold, I can imagine the people who have had the misfortune to know what the future holds as they lost all power would have something to say about all that. Oh well that turned into another rant I was never like that before Gardening Grandma invented rants I blame her.
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Cilmeri- are you sure you weren't on the set of 'Aliens' ?
Frank/Dad (
) Scotland is very clean because of the rain but unfortunately we need new plumbers to sort out an off tap 
Our midgies are very friendly they like company wherever you go. Avon 'skin so soft' is apparently very effective and is used by a lot of walkers. I think it's a moisturiser or something and some of the bigger companies have nicked it - at a vast price increase no doubt! 
Dry today after snow again last night. GG you could save time and just use the urinal 
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Off to get ready for work - can't sit about drinking tea and chatting like all you lot you know
Snow to be swept off car. Still, it could be worse folks we could be living in Syria/Cyprus/Baghdad - fill in your choice- on the whole we're pretty lucky here as I think we all know. Feel free to rant and disagree of course! 
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
My aim isn't good enough. Won't speculate on the handstand required, either.
Fairygirl/Daughter, Sitting here last night with my Grandson sitting at my feet and Granddaughter on the arm of my chair with an arm round my neck we were talking "Orrible Istories" as you do!
Marlborough Wellington Nelson, the hundred years war Waterloo and the Peninsular I happen to be a bit of a buff on them all as well as local History probably just as "orrible". Grandson taking history and had asked.
What would you have done Granddad says little one and like a blinding light my brain lit up, "Make them eat Carrot cake"?
Can anyone imagine all the shops closed and the French being made it to eat Carrot cake, they would give in faster than they did in 1940, we could then change their menu's to Tripe and onions, Panackelty, Welsh Rarebit, Haggis and Concannon. I can see their faces now and am enjoying the thought.
Does make me wonder, "what do all those French people living in London eat Faggots and Gravy, Stewed Eels?
The bairns thought it hilarious, and made some gruesome suggestions.
Frank.
Good Morning Everyone, Thank God Frank came to the rescue , was getting a little P$%£&^d with
the way the Rants was heading
Carrot cake is a lot nicer than "pain d'epices" which is dry and hard with a strange flavour. And you should try "andouillette" - offal sausage - yuk!
Now a rant. My hotmail has been changed to Outlook.com and now I can't download attachments, which is essential as I'm a church warden of the C of E here. (If you're anti-religion, please don't say anything, each to his own).
Oh, Buzy Lizzie, so's mine! Nearly gave me a nasty turn this morning.
Anything new throws me.
I would certainly hope that any one would say anything BL. It's none if their business. Said in the nicest possible way folks.
What's this aversion to carrot cake? I love carrot cake especially the lovely icing on top.
I do hope that nobody misunderstands me, and thinks I am being disrespectful to our political parties.......................!
Lizzie, good morning, not a word about religion, although most forces people tend towards some belief, I never found any atheists in a fox hole. My Daughter in California is the Church of Latter Day Saints and I can out quote her on the Bible hands down, but then I had it beaten into me and it was part of the school curriculum when I was young.
I had some awful meals in France as well as some very special ones too, the point being with my weak French I was never too sure what I was eating, plus the fact it was always covered in garlic type sauce so the taste would vanish in a cloud of garlic as you breathed out. The French troops I met lived on "Andouillette" rather an acquired taste I would say.
Now toilets "Derek" ahem, as lads dolled up to go to the dance we would all meet in a local Quayside pub pretending to be hard men. We would be in the bar and next door in a little snug would be the Ladies of the night who worked the ships docked there. The men's toilet was at the end of the bar and a trough about knee height the ladies up a flight of stairs as the pub was built on a bank. Unloading the beer already imbibed one night the door opened in walked on of the ladies pulled up her dress cocked her leg and proceeded. Frank lad in total shock looking at a sight that should never be seen almost spoilt his nicely creased pants, was still in shock when I went out to be greeted by ribald remarks on the speed at which said lady entered and left not saying much for my capabilities. I think I lost the bright red flush after an hour or so.
Frank.
Pentille, yes London is a place you can eat any of the worlds cuisines and the street food is wonderful, who said we Brits cannot cook, we just cannot cook our own food is all and when we do it is something weird like carrot cake???
As to politics I am neutral, each being as bad as the other all with their trotters in the feeding trough and having seen a variation of Governments each worse than the other have lost the will to vote.
I did think Green until a woman said it was mine and my parents fault we were in the state we were in, it appears we were wasteful???
Remembering unwrapped food, Milk from Churns in your own jugs, then Milk Bottles washed and returned to be used a million times, four page newspapers which were promptly collected by the Scouts along with cardboard tins and anything else, the fire ashes used on the garden and Vegetables all locally grown. Add food being used to the last crumb due to shortages and poor pay, I do think she was a bit over the top and withdrew any thoughts of voting for Windmills that don't work in the cold, I can imagine the people who have had the misfortune to know what the future holds as they lost all power would have something to say about all that.
Oh well that turned into another rant I was never like that before Gardening Grandma invented rants I blame her.
Frank.