Sunday, October 14, 2018

Being Friday the Twelfth Day of October, 2108 ...

Here is Pam making rain sounds ...



Dogsbody waited for sunset ...

Then I'll take the tideway ...

Laurie advised us where not to sit ...



Roger wished that he were an inanimate illuminator ...

.. on a west-bound train.

Then we hoisted this sail, weighed anchor and went home ...

... and if ever I return again,
I will make you my bride!

Being Friday the Fifth Day of October, 2018 ...

Laurie regretted the passing of this popular French singer ...



Phil and Jane remembered an historic railway line ...

The Shoreham Stinker.

Roger performed his self-penned masterpiece ...

... leave all sorrows in the past.

What Else Happened in September?

Lots of things, but the highlight ...



These were left-overs from Lynda's Macmillan tea party.
We scoffed the lot, and Lynda was able to give loads of money to a worthwhile charity.
(And we managed to pay the rent!)

Saturday, September 8, 2018

Being the Seventh Day of September, 2018 ...

Sarah tells me that we are now in autumn ...


Whatever happened to the equinox, Sarah?


Indeed, we had to briefly fire up the central heating.


We celebrated a harvest ...


... monarch of them all.

Paul sang, played and whistled.
If I were a ...


Would you have my baby?

We all love Paul very dearly, but he received no offers regarding procreation.

Elayne and Roger collaborated dangerously.
It involved a heavenly dream ...


I've heard it said that love ...

Bryan declared his delight in nature ...


I love the reeds by the river.

"It's the only way ..." advised Ken ...




Elayne issued an invitation to be swayed ...



but Paul simply percussed!

Elizabeth played a lovely tune ...




Is that a hurdy-gurdy I hear?
Elizabeth's rendition was much better.

Dogsbody was obliged to apologise to Laurie for saying, "Well, I recognise some of the notes."


Rose of Allendale goes like this ...




We were really privileged to have this gentleman and Jan in our company ...



Stuart sent us home in peace, guided by moonbeams ...



Somebody forgot their bicycle ...

I wonder if it belongs to Mike?