the daydream fund challenge thread

lostinrates

I have lovely battery powered light hedge clippers. I've lost the charger though. Its driving me potty. The front hedge is a mess and the petrol one is just to heavy for me and ....I can't turn it on, lol.

I wonder how much a new charger would be. It makes me so bloddy cross: Its got to be here somewhere but I cannot find it.

Davesnave

lostinrates wrote: »

I have lovely battery powered light hedge clippers. I've lost the charger though.
I wonder how much a new charger would be. It makes me so bloddy cross: Its got to be here somewhere but I cannot find it.

Reminds me of the hymn we used to sing in school:

When a knight won his spurs in the stories of old
He was gentle and brave he was gallant and bold
With a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand
For God and for valour he rode through the land

No charger have I, and no [STRIKE]sword[/STRIKE] hedgetrimmer by my side
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride
Though back into storyland giants have fled
And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead

Let faith be my shield and let joy be my steed
Against the dragons of anger the ogres of greed
And let me set free with the sword of my youth
From the castles of darkness the power of truth

:rotfl:

lostinrates

Davesnave wrote: »

Reminds me of the hymn we used to sing in school:

When a knight won his spurs in the stories of old
He was gentle and brave he was gallant and bold
With a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand
For God and for valour he rode through the land

No charger have I, and no [STRIKE]sword[/STRIKE] hedgetrimmer by my side
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride
Though back into storyland giants have fled
And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead

Let faith be my shield and let joy be my steed
Against the dragons of anger the ogres of greed
And let me set free with the sword of my youth
From the castles of darkness the power of truth

:rotfl:

tee hee,

You know when I get very cross I sometimes remember the ridiculousness of the modern hymn than in cludes the line ''How lovely on the mountains are the feet of Him, Who brings Good News, Good news''. I think I pictured some sort of ragged, barefooted newspaper delivery beggar boy from Heidi books. Just as you get your head round that image you sing what to a child can only sound very oddly to be about weather (a reference to the poor little boy with no shoes?)

Our god rains, our god rains. Our god ra-ai-ai-ains, our god rains.

What a hideous one that one was! Go the mass is ended..,THANKS be to God!

alfie_1

Davesnave wrote: »

We're still thinking about it.

As you know, we are in Bournemouth a lot, but add on the extra bit to your place and it's quite a run for a chicken. Say 4 hours-ish.

davesnave.... if you thought it fair to chooks, id drive and get them ?? but understand if you think theyve had enough of being carted round....

alfie_1

evening all

well i got to gatwick for 8.45 am to find "they" had landed,bag grabbed and supping coffee in costa's !! only landed at 8.15 am...i think that has to be a record !!! so i was straight turn around ....:)
then took mum to hosp,no waiting for app as ON TIME !!
i dont think i trod in anything on the way out this morning ??

son is cooking dinner, i think im actually still in bed asleep and im dreaming so far.....

LIR..... even i cant find a charger for you in my glory holes !! and ive just looked...sorry !:( but never say never....:D

im going to TRY and get an early night tonight as im shattered..

alfie_1

talking of poems...i remember i "didnt like" [loathed!!] my english teacher...he had his favourites shall we say ! anyway for part of my english O level i had to recite a poem...a FAMOUS poem...[shakespeare was popular] so me being me recited the FAMOUS cockney poem...a muvver was barfin her baby one night etc ....:D
picture one red faced explosive teacher bubbling to the boil as i gaily said my bit. he then broke into splutters trying to say this was not what he expected ??:rotfl: i straight faced told him it was indeed a FAMOUS poem, as the whole class fell about laughing.... he tried to get me marked down in my exam but didnt suceed...all those years of his biased SNOBBISH bullying sorted by a poem....WORTH EVERY MINUTE !!:T

COOLTRIKERCHICK

the only poem i remember from school was one another kid made ( aparently) when we had to write our own poem for english

it went like this



I sore a worm apon its belly,

I watched it for a little while,

Then squashed it with my wellie:rotfl:



I loved it, and remembered it all this time... the only thing was he didnt have a good mark, as it should have been 4 lines not 3:rotfl:


aahhh simple things please simple minds:D

alfie_1

A mother was barfing her biby one night.
The youngest of ten and a tiny young mite,
The muvver was poor and the biby was thin,
Only a skeleton covered in skin;

The muvver turned rand for the soap off the rack,
She was but a moment, but when she turned back,
The baby was gorn; and in anguish she cried,
Oh, where is my biby?' - the angels replied:

Your biby has gawn down the plug-ole,
Your biby has gawn down the plug;
The poor little fing was so skinny and thin
He oughta been baffed in a jug;

Your biby is perfickly appy,
He won't need a barf any more,
Your biby has gawn down the plug ole,
Not lorst....... but gawn before!

rhiwfield

You're in good company Alfie!

And one of my favourites

Mummy Dear, what is it?
That looks like strawberry jam
Hush My child, tis only Pa
Run over by a tram

Or one for RAS?

Or one for all day dreamers?

Davesnave

Thanks rhiwfield, the Disraeli Gears version was the only one I knew.:o If I remember correctly it was at the end of Side 2, and in our student/hippie house, someone would usually give the Dansette a nudge at that point....! :rotfl:

Alfie, DW is still very much undecided about the chooks, but as they'll be unable to travel for a while yet, there's time for her to think some more. In September we'll be going to Bournemouth with the van again, so that would be the best time to rehome them if DW can bear to part with them. One problem we have is that our normal transport cage (a big dog cage formerly used by the ferrets) is up in Brum with DD1. However, we might get it back by September!

Our friend who bought 8 allegedly fertile eggs from the same place as our sick hens has had no luck with hatching them. Perhaps it's for the best.

Sad to say I've found more baby leeks. Maybe I can pass them off as spring onions? No, thought not!