Oh what a miserable morning, oh what a miserable day, I have a horrible feeling nothing is going my way. Thers one bright shining part of my morning something makes my heart skip a beat, my granddaughters coming to see me, better check there is something to eat?
Stockton not showing its best face.
Message just came in from California daughters four hour surgery was a huge success. My day is made.
Oh what a beautiful morning oh what a wonderful day, I have this wonderful feeling everything going my way. Yesterday Grandchildren all came to visit, Daughters Op went off Ok, Verdun sent me some sunshine, I think Spring really is on its way. Repeat first verse with gusto.
Verdun You should have heard me in full voice when stationed at Pendennis Castle to close the foot paths over military lands. Into the nearest pub in Falmouth and outsinging the local fisherman's choir as we swigged the local ale by the jug full, drank them under the table then took their girls dancing, happy memories of Cornwall.
Busy-Lizzie you are getting what we got yesterday although surrounded by Grandchildren discussing the forthcoming wedding we did not care. today is lovely.
More than you could know Verdun, we had returned from a hard six weeks on Luneburg so he powers that be decided a couple of weeks in Corwall was needed. A tented camp inside the old castle walls, sunshine good food plenty of beer what more could you wish for. I was writing a report when the Officer laid on a matress sunbathing in only his shorts shouted, Staff, there seemed to be an awfull lot of civvy movement considering the gates are closed and guarded. Up the hill I went to find my guards sitting on purloined deck chairs surrounded by a bevy of local beauties. One girl sitting on a soldiery knee holding an SLR trying to poke a flower in the flash guard. To say I was not best pleased puts it lightly, a chaotic scramble down the hill by the girls some very burnt ears for the guards and all was tranquil once more. Sometimes we were drill order but when working it was informal, knowing which was needed when was my job. I loved Cornwall.
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Oh what a miserable morning, oh what a miserable day, I have a horrible feeling nothing is going my way. Thers one bright shining part of my morning something makes my heart skip a beat, my granddaughters coming to see me, better check there is something to eat?
Stockton not showing its best face.
Message just came in from California daughters four hour surgery was a huge success. My day is made.
Frank.
Sunny here too, but the wind is building up to a force 7 and there is the chance of showers this afternoon.
Oh what a beautiful morning oh what a wonderful day, I have this wonderful feeling everything going my way. Yesterday Grandchildren all came to visit, Daughters Op went off Ok, Verdun sent me some sunshine, I think Spring really is on its way. Repeat first verse with gusto.
Stockton is bathing in sunshine.
Frank.
Poured yesterday, cold, and pouring today.
Verdun You should have heard me in full voice when stationed at Pendennis Castle to close the foot paths over military lands. Into the nearest pub in Falmouth and outsinging the local fisherman's choir as we swigged the local ale by the jug full, drank them under the table then took their girls dancing, happy memories of Cornwall.
Busy-Lizzie you are getting what we got yesterday although surrounded by Grandchildren discussing the forthcoming wedding we did not care. today is lovely.
Frank.
More than you could know Verdun, we had returned from a hard six weeks on Luneburg so he powers that be decided a couple of weeks in Corwall was needed. A tented camp inside the old castle walls, sunshine good food plenty of beer what more could you wish for. I was writing a report when the Officer laid on a matress sunbathing in only his shorts shouted, Staff, there seemed to be an awfull lot of civvy movement considering the gates are closed and guarded. Up the hill I went to find my guards sitting on purloined deck chairs surrounded by a bevy of local beauties. One girl sitting on a soldiery knee holding an SLR trying to poke a flower in the flash guard. To say I was not best pleased puts it lightly, a chaotic scramble down the hill by the girls some very burnt ears for the guards and all was tranquil once more. Sometimes we were drill order but when working it was informal, knowing which was needed when was my job. I loved Cornwall.
Frank.