Never mind hubbie, Holland tomorrow

And poor hubbie will be at work - so I have to endure ... I mean... watch it.

Road trip

1. Program SatNag
2. Print out AA routeplanner
3. Look in totally out-of-date Collins Road Atlas
4. Read map
5. Listen to road forecasts on radio
6. Be happy!

Sunshine on my shoulders: John Denver

Sunshine in my garden makes me happy

It is hot, hot, hot in the garden - around 30C. Luverly

Brainwashed

No blogging at the moment because I feel strangely compelled to watch the World Cup - when I close my eyes all I can see is little men running around on a green square. I hate football. I love rugby. Aaarrrggghhh!
Have a read of www.northnorfolkdifferentstrokes.org.uk

Kees and Mike's birthdays

Errr, my battery ran out duh! Waiting for some more pics from Rosa. Stoopid technology. My brand new Notebook has arrived today and am too scared to open the package!
Eroica and Mike
Eroica and Rosa
That's all folks
Am off to see if I can blow up another piece of technology.

Homeward bound

There were waves of happiness, tears of joy, and general laughter as we climbed aboard our mini-bus driven by hubbie to return to our normal humdrum routine after breakfasts, Guinnesses, dinners, discos, swimming pools, fairgrounds, double cycles, bingo, slides, mishaps, loosing Harry, karaoke, Chico, comedians, dancing, walking, sitting on the beach, listening to people quarrelling, having to call security, counting tattoos, watching football, tap dancing, seeing the oldest chalet, going to Gibraltar Point, markets, wind, drizzle, hot hot days, and most of all loving and caring for each other.

Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we diet!

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
J. R. R. Tolkien

Slippin' and a'sleepin'

Slipping and sleeping
Sliding and leaping
We're been told
We are bold
Oh, we're big ravers
Nothing but jivers
Our hips are a'clickin'
Our muscles are aching
Oh, Susie Woosie
You are such a floosie
You know you better surrender
Oh, Shirley Girlie
She loves to twirly whirly
Oh Joanie
She never gives a moanie
And that Sandra
No-one can handle her
Sliding and sleeping
Laughing and sleeping
Owwwwww!

I want to ride my bicycle!

Bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride it where I like Bicycle races are coming your way So forget all your duties oh yeah! Fat bottomed girls they'll be riding today So look out for those beauties oh yeah On your marks get set go Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race I want to ride it where I like

Putting the BUTT into Butlins!

It was the highlight of my vacation....how about you Joan????

We fell for the word CELEBRATION!

If you like pomp, ceremony, rituals, sermons, hymns and other High Church things then this would have been for you.
We interpreted the word 'celebration' as a joyous event. Not quite - the best bit was the thunderstorm!

Thank you

The house seemed very empty this morning when I went downstairs. Muddle is usually sitting by the front door waiting to be let out to do his day's visiting. Instead there were two rather subdued tabby cats - they didn't even shout for breakfast. I've been told so many times that animals have no feelings - well all I can say to those people is 'feck off'.

Hey: So sorry to hear about Muddle, sounds as if lots of people will miss him. Take care & thinking of you. Haze x
Oh Tabi I am so sorry to hear this news. I am so sorry for you all. Claire XXX
Dear Tab & Kees, What a sad message about Muddle. A great loss. I sympathize with you. With love John X
Sorry to hear that. You gave him a first class home. Love Max
Sorry. Morena xxx
So so sorry to hear that. Love to you all. Helene
So sad. Joanna
Sorry not a very good time is it. Mike

Oh Tabs, that's horrible.He must be the best looked after cat I have ever known.
You did him proud. xxx Jess

Oh no :( poor Muddle xxxxxxxx" Rosa
Oh Tabi. Thinking of you xxx" Tabi
Oh, I'm so sorry to hear about Muddle,
you must be devastated.
You couldn't carry on seeing him waste away.
I feel for you. Sandra
Sorry about Muddle, Hugs x  Jo
Sorry to hear this sad news.
I am sorry that Muddle had to go in
his little blue boat. May he RIP.
Lots of love Grania xxxx                     
Tabi & kees: oh dear muddle is no more walking in  your room and
sitting on your legs. you must be very sad.
We wish you strength to endure.love & kisses ruud & margo

"Sorry to hear this :(" Gary
Very sad to hear about Muddle. xx Christine & David
We will miss his visits,
his Muddle Cuddles.
Only yesterday he was sitting
on my lap purring away.
He left us earlier than usual.
The Dennys
Dear Tabbi,  I am so sorry that your beautiful cat is no more. The lives of animals
are so short compared to ours, but when we have to have them put down,
that is doubley sad.  Take care sweety.  Ken.

Tabs, I am sorry to hear that muddle has gone to the great cat home in the sky,
its sooo awful when you let your pets go, wretched.

We cried when the goldfish died! and when we lost our last pussy, Susie we were devastated. Ellen

Sorry to hear about your cat,
it's a very difficult thing to have to do. Eroica x

Muddle goes on his final journey to the stars

Muddle, born 1998 in the wardrobe upstairs, was euthanised today at 5.30pm.
It is the hardest decision to make to end the life of an animal who has given so much joy and pleasure not only to us but many of our neighbours who would feed him. He always chose the lonely and alone to visit and come home to us at 7pm each evening having spread comfort and ease around our area.
He would then eat his meal and sit with us purring with contentment awaiting the adventures tomorrow would bring.
We'll look for you tonight in the stars Muddle.

Sorrow and joy

Ink, coloured pencil, wax crayons and watercolours

For Ada, Cornelis, Gert, John, Margo, Wim and to all those who have lost a parent they love

High Flight
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of; wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air;
Up, up the long delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark nor even eagle flew;
And while, with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Fl. Officer John Gillespie McGee
1922-1941

Last five...next stop Butlins!!!

I don't feel well - why is the ship rocking - I shouldn't have eaten those mussels
Info chart
Yes, the sea was this color
Just liked the hunk of metal
Farewell Spain...see you soon