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?

Thursday, September 6, 2018

Being the Last Day of August, 2018 ...

Is this the end of the summer?


Louise tells us that, meteorologically
speaking, YES, it is!

Never mind.
There are lots of good songs about autumn.
Here's one ...





Paul wept uncontrollably while hoping and waiting.
Ken performed a song relating to his silver wedding anniversary.
Mave hid under the table at this lyric ...
Ten thousand men you say you've had!

Mave readily composed herself and ventured into holiness ...

Gonna walk to the glory!

Roger was circumspect about the death of a British General ...

I die contented!

Dogsbody considered mythical beings ...

... we were always here!

Bryan soliloquised.
Bryan is the only person I have ever met who can spell that word.
He can pronounce it ... and even do the action!
Bryan is not too keen on plastic women on Saturday TV ...

Beware, Bryan.
Gaby would eat you for breakfast!

Mick played a track from his new album ...





Then we went home ...

I wonder if anyone dreamed about Berry?