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Thank you Softstuff. I'll try the turmeric in warm milk. It will have more of the active ingredients than the teas will.

monnagran wrote: »

wondercollie, I bet you didnt expect anyone to pop up so soon! Was woken by the dog snoring. I dunno, you get rid of the snoring husband and inherit a snoring dog. Life's so unfair.

Consider the plight of poor Wolfy whenever Ronnie the Long-Haired Jack Russell comes to stay.... He sleeps in the bedroom cos he's a wuss and doesn't like to be alone at night. And he snores for England. Mr LW also snores for England. So I get it in stereo! :rotfl: I love 'em both to bits though; Ronnie has been coming to me for his holidays for five years now; he's due here again in late June for (from memory) a 13-night stay.

A little something to bring some cheer (I hope). Does anyone recall the song "I Will Survive"? I think it was by Gloria Something-or-other. Well, here's my version....

Travelling to the shops, sitting by his side,
He couldn't bear to leave his motor at the Park And Ride
And so we spent so many hours
Just driving round and round,
Trying to find the route
Into the centre of the town

Come on now, Go,
Green light my dear,
Just put your foot down,
You can't do a U-turn here.

Weren't you the one who said you'd carry all the bags
And now you've gone and told your mates
That you've got a wife who nags.....

Childhood memory rhyme

Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
So I'm to the garden to eat some worms
Great big long ones slip down easy
Great big thick ones stick
err err err I think I'm going to be sick.

think I was a horrible child

Once for my birthday my parents had Ugly Duckling, I think sung by Danny Kaye played on the Forces Radio, wishful thinking, I never managed to be a swan :rotfl:

One of my older brothers used to collect worms...my mum used to make him empty his own trouser pockets before they went in the wash

Lyn, what memories you roused with that mention of Mabel Lucy Atwell. I used to get the Annual for Christmas every year. It was one of the few books available for children during the war. I had so few books that I still remember every one. How I learned to read before I went to school I can't imagine. The MLA books certainly did have charming illustrations, or at least I thought so at the time.

Softstuff, not a biscuit passed my lips, honestly. When I said that it was my fast day my lovely friend hastily removed the plate immediately. Very good of her because she is a tiny little Chinese lady who can eat what she likes with impunity.

So, LW, you will be looking forward to a couple of weeks of musical nights. Sympathies. Love your version of I Will Survive.

Hester. Do you ever meet yourself coming back?
Only a man could try to mend a tiller that wasn't broken.

Mar, I've been to a few hilarious funerals but the one that sticks in my mind was when I was working with the Rev. When she was busy officiating I used to go into the office and chat up the chap who ran the crem. On this occasion he showed me the CCTV film of a funeral earlier in the day. As soon as the funeral commenced several police cars arrived, screeched to a halt and policemen ran and crouched behind a wall. Quite a few of the mourners had an unpleasant surprise as they were efficiently nabbed and handcuffed as they left.

Silver-oldie I too remember singing the worm song round the camp fire. I wonder if nice little girls are still singing it.

Floss. What is it with little boys and worms? DS1 was once in the room when the local vicar called. As the Vic sat down DS rushed forward screaming and pulled the Vic out of the chair. He was rescuing his pet worm that was ensconced on the cushion. A slightly squashed pet worm by that time.