Firstly, I want to tell you about a funny coincidence this morning. It was a nice sunny day so Chris and I took our bikes over to Cockwood Harbour, which was glorious in the sunshine with the water in, and lovely reflections on the water. I was taking photos of the pretty scene when a man came along and walked down down to the railway bridge over the entrance to the harbour where the boating folk keep their little boats that take them out to their bigger boats; another chap came in on his boat and the pair talked as they changed positions.
Chris joined me as I carried on taking photos and Chris noticed that there was a new sturdy bench at the corner of the path (a favoured spot for people to sit and take in views of the estuary and the harbour). Just as the boatman (who had come in) was passing by us Chris said to me, “Isn’t this a good new new bench, Sally?”
Before I had a chance to turn around and look at the new seat, the man passing by stopped and asked, “Did I hear you talking about the bench?”
“Yes,” we answered a little surprised.
“I made that bench!” said the man laughing.
What a coincidence! And now I must get ready for the opera… Yes, we’re going to a performance of “La Boheme” in Bristol this evening so I had better get my skates on. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.
I shall leave you with a joke that arrived in my emails this morning… Thank you Barry!
Old Butch the Rooster:
Fred was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young ‘pullets,’ and ten roosters to fertilize the eggs.He kept records, and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and was replaced. This took a lot of time, so he bought some tiny bells and attached them to his roosters.Each bell had a different tone, so he could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now, he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by justlistening to the bells.Fred’s favourite rooster, old Butch, was a very fine specimen, but this morning he noticed old Butch’s bell hadn’t rung at all!When he went to investigate, he saw the other roosters were busy chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.To Fred’s amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn’t ring.He’d sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one.Fred was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Royal Show and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.The result was the judges not only awarded old Butch the “No Bell Piece Prize,”
but they also awarded him the “Pulletsurprise” as well.Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making.
Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most coveted awards on our planet
by being the best at sneaking up on the unsuspecting populace and screwing them when they weren’t paying attention.
