28 Aug 2008 8:40 PM

we breakfasted alfresco on a sunny day last week. the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the air------ when suddenly,just yards away, two small enquiring eyes, fixed on us with uncompromising stare. completely uninvited and undaunted there he stood. in his copper- coloured coat, and smart white socks. then silently, as he,d approached he padded off again. this cheeky little furry little fox.------but something much more ominous was eyeing out our pool, from the top branch of the eucalptus tree---- -- a hostile, hungry heron had desighs upon our fish, for a succulent and satisfying tea.  meanwhile, and just as blatantly, a squirrel got to work, unearthing bulbs from around the rambler rose,  a glossy plumaged magpie, then alighted on the lawn. on the very spot where baby reynard stood, and though the noisy chatterer, is not a freind of ours. we saluted him as a folklore say,s we should ------- small birds and bees and butterflys, invaded our air space.  but we welcomed them with ;;;nearly;;; open arms. aware their contributions in images and sound. was part of nature,s unrestricted charms.        cheers stelle

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22 Aug 2008 12:59 AM

im sitting in the beach-hut with my wellies and my mac. waiting for for the sunshine, as the rain soaks through my back.  the parasol,s my brolly, and the windbreak,s swaying fast. as the gales gain more momentum, and provide a northern blast. my sandcastle got washed away. gone within a flash, and granny started  moaning, that she hasn,t any cash. the mudflats stretch for miles and miles, the pier,s vanished in the fog, mum left an hour ago? and is queuing for the bog.the b&b is over booked, we,re all crammed in like ants, and its  three floors to the bathroom, if you want to wash your pants? it,s hardly jean-christophe, the pea-soup,s got no pea,s in and i think the dripping,s off,,,,,,,, we,re already booked for next year. well? it wouldn,t be the same if we went somewhere,  much hotter . and i think  id miss the rain.      xxxxxx cheers stelle 

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16 Aug 2008 2:43 AM

maisie was buying  a hat for the wedding, a real posh do, a marquee down in reading. her nephew, the groom, he was marrying for money. the hat must be real class, not tacky or funny. she,d been saving her wages, for the big day. from her as a cleaner with miserly pay, ... but she wasn,t to let her side down. her hat she,d make sure was the best  one in town. she,d heard all about this designer boutique. the hats in the  window looked expensive, but chic... still she would go in;; there was nothing to lose. there were  hundreds of hats, from which you could chose. she tried some with veils, and one with a feather;;;; the wedding was april-must think of the weather? a feather, when wet, might go soggy and droop. and then;; god forbid, ;;;god forbid, it could land in the soup;;; she picked up a beauty, it was made of brocade, an unusal colour, an aubergine shade? then wide brims and small brims,and one with trimmed withh fur? and when she looked in the mirror;;it just wasn,t her;; i,ll take it, she said but the price was a shock, that money could,ve bought two coats, and a frock. she was very renowned, for being  quite loud. but this time ;;;she,d make sure her nephew was pround;;;; when maisie turned up at the church like a queen, a lady stepped  out of a smart limousine, ;;;she looked at the woman but ignored her large frame;;; because the hat she had on was exactly the same...... they glared at each other, it would ruin their day, ...the other quests looked on dismay, if that wasn,t bad enough, worse was to come, .. the lady just happend to  be the brides mum;;;            cheers stelle

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14 Aug 2008 2:30 AM

a drunk, stumbles across a baptism service by a river. the preacher says to him are you ready to find jesus?;; the drunk says he is. the minster dunks him, underwater and pulls him back up.  ;; have you found jesus? the preacher asks  nooo i haven,t says the drunk. the preacher dunks him in for longer, and repeats the question. the drunk says no. this happens again. ;;;finally. the drunk asks;;; are you sure this is where he fell in?    cheers stelle xxxx

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29 Jul 2008 9:09 PM

they gave me a bus pass, said go on now, have a trip. we know it,s not easy. now youv got a tricky hip... they spoke of double-decker,s, and of long red ones that bend. they said i could try john -o-groats, or possibly land,s end. i got my self excited, and prepared my self a snack. in case of feeling peckish, going there or back. ....off i went and waited for so long, i waited till i could,nts stand, i thought i,d got it wrong. now?im  not ungrateful, i,m not to make a fuss, but it,s no use to have a pass, if you don,t have a bus. i think ill have another go, to take the world by storm. but ill make sure i have comfy shoe,s?and lots to keep me warm. possibly,,,, a puzzle book, a brolly for the rain. but if the next time there there is no bus? i shall not try again.      xxxx cheers stelle
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