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and the start of another decade!.

I’ve a busy few days coming up so I won’t be

around much – normal service should resume

on Monday!

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It would take more than a thunder storm to prevent the locals from turning up to The Baaamy Inn, “this reminds me of when Jack came to visit us”, said Arthur,“ just as he he was about to leave for home it started to pour with rain so I suggested he stay the night, well, about two in the morning the doorbell rang, I went down and opened the door and there was Jack soaking wet, I asked where he’d been and he said ‘home, to get my pyjamas’! “

“I’ve just got a new bull”, said Ted, “he’s got one hell of bellow so I’m calling him Thunder or maybe Thor, anyway, as soon as the cows saw him, I swear they actually smiled with udder delight, he’s certainly going to keep them amoooosed” ; “that reminds me”, said Colin “the god of thunder was riding his horse and said, ‘I’m Thor’, and the horse said ‘that’s coth you forgot your thaddle, thilly’

“I never know when Dick the Vic is joking or being serious these days”, said Babs, “he’s  becoming a bit like Colin with a dog collar, he told me about when the church spire got struck by lightning and the insurance company refused to pay out because it was seen as deliberate damage by its owner, then he told me about the time he repainted the main door and saved money by watering down the paint, well, next time it rained the paint washed off and he heard a voice from on high saying ‘repaint, repaint and thin no more’!”

As the rain beat on the windows and the thunder rumbled in the distance, Suzie at the next table was quetly singing little bits of songs to herself, “thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening – there’s a storm a’coming – purple rain, purple rain – raindrops keep falling on my head – it’s raining men, hallelujah, it’s raining men” – “in your dreams”, said Natalie over at the knitting circle!

It was Colins turn to hold court, “Thor filed a police report because someone stole his thunder – he wrote a book and became an author – he keeps his coffee warm in a thormos – we see lighting before we hear thunder because our eyes are in front of of our ears – under its raincoat, a cloud wears thunderwear – it’s now rare for a cow to be struck by lightning,  medium rare – I wondered how lightning worked, then it struck me – the cute bullfighter was called Matadorable – if a bull charges you, you should pay it – an orchestra was hit by lightning and the conductor died – the lightning accused the firework of stealing its thunder – if you need a ark built, I Noah guy……”

Everyone had gone, but the storm remained and upstairs Landlord Len was thinking about how much his dearly departed Maggie disliked thunder and lightning, “how are you managing now, my love”, he muttered, ‘I’m okay’, she whispered, ‘here in the living room with you’’. 

Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting Six Sentence Stories where this week’s given word is Thunder

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In life, the climb to the top is not easy, but it’s well worth the effort. Once there, it pays to take care as the slide back down can take no time at all and should be avoided at all cost.

Unless of course you find yourself atop a magic slide. Shout ‘diamonds’ as you descend and you’ll land in a pile of sparkling crystals. Shout ‘gold’ and you’ll find yourself surrounded by golden coins.

However, let me offer you some words of caution; take care not to become overly excited and shout ‘weeeeee’ on the way down in error.

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Prod a Froggie to visit the squares!

Huge thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

For Wordless Wednesday and bloghops all over the place!

On Saturday the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra and singers arrived in Bexhill-on-Sea to perform Abbaphonic – the name speaks for itself!

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Here they are!

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Rehearsal, and a free taste of what’s to come!

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They’re even dancing on the roof!

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Just gone seven. Soon to start and we’re ready and waiting!

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…and they’re off

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They’re back!

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And then it was over. Thank you for the music!

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The morning after the night before. The stage may be going…

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…but all along the seafront, music carries on!

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I recorded quite a lot of the songs – here are a few in case you want to hear what I heard!

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Today across England there will be hoards of tired people, many with hangovers after last night’s FIFA football match in which we well and truly beat Mexico on their home turf, 3 goals to 2.  

Due to time differences, kick off took place at 2 in the morning UK time, and ended after 4! Pubs and bars were given permission to remain open until 5am.

As my brain’s still sleepy, this is the best I can come up with!

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I popped into the sports shop to by a new football. I found one I liked and decided to buy it even though at £10 is was a bit pricey.

The assistant offered to pump it up for me and then asked me for £15.

I said I thought it was supposed to be a tenner, he just shrugged and said, ‘inflation’.

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Thanks to Sadje for hosting What Do You See

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These pictures realate more to my preamble than my tale!

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Thanks to Sammi Cox for hosting the Weekend Writing Prompt

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It was busy in The Baaamy Inn, as well as all the usual lot there was a bunch of noisy girls over in the corner; eventually they left only to be replaced by several rowdy lads, “reminds me of that odd question in last month’s pub quiz”, said Ted, “you remember, it went something like ‘you were in a bar with 30 people, 10 left, then 5 arrived, how many people were there in the bar then?’ and we all said 25 except for you, Brainy Brian, you said 26 and got it right, I still don’t understand it”; “think about the first few words of the question again”, said Bert, “then you might!”

Whenever Landlord Len plans his quiz he always adds a question like that one, he calls it his Baaamy Baffler; “I never got that one that went, erm, ‘there were 30 cows in a field and 28 chickens, how many didn’t?’ and the awswer was 10’ – I didn’t even understand the question”, said Ted , “here’s a clue”, said Arthur, “I ate chicken for supper last night!”.

“I was thinking the other day about when I was a kid and a townie friend of mine called Mary came to stay at the farm”, said Babs, “I took her for a walk and after a while she was looking a bit tired, so I came up with a plan and said we could take a shortcut by walking across a field instead of around it, well, she looked a bit worried and said ‘but there’s a flock of cows in it’, I said ‘herd of cows, Mary, herd of cows’ and she said ‘of course I’ve heard of cows, I just said, there’s a flock of them over there’ “.

Polly at the knitting circle was looking somewhat weary, “I saw the doctor last week and he came up with a plan for me to lose some weight, he said I was to eat sensibly for two days, skip a day, eat for two days, skip a day and carry on like that, well, the eating bit’s no problem but I’m worn out by all that skipping!”.

Colin had been planning his routine for a while, and at last his moment had arrived, “my plans are weak because they never work out – I didn’t plan on getting a brain transplant but then I changed my mind – planning meals ahead is food forethought – McDonald’s is planning on making a Shakespearen burger called McBeth – my plan for tomorrow is to get some new glasses, then I’ll see what happens – a ghost plans his day with a to-boo list – I’m planning on calling my son Driew, it’s only weird if you say it backwards – I took part in a maths quiz, against all odds I was severely outnumbered – I entered a tanning competition and got a bronze – the art contest ended in a draw – when NASA organises an event they planet – I told nine puns and nobody laughed, so I told another one, no pun in ten did……”.

Len’s dearly departed Maggie used to come up with some really silly questions and answers for quiz night, like a fake noodle being called an impasta, a bear with no teeth, a gummy bear, a sleeping replile, a dinosnore; “I  could do with your help right now, Maggie”, he muttered, ‘ask them how they tell the difference between male and female ghosts’, she whispered, ‘boooooobs!’ – you should have seens Len’s face!

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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting Six Sentence Stories where this week’s given word is Plan

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Nosy Rosy they call her, peering here, peeping there. If she thinks there’s something’s going on she needs to find out all about it. 

She was walking down a road when she heard some kids shouting, ‘six, six, six’. There was a hole in the fence so she couldn’t resist looking through it to see what all the excitement was about. She got poked in the eye and the kids started shouting, ‘seven, seven, seven’.

That’s not put her off though. The other day she took a peek through my window. Modesty prevents me from telling you what she saw!

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Poke a Froggie to visit the squares!

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

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For Wordless Wednesday and bloghops various!

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On Sunday we thanked Bexhill’s Emergency Services for the valuable work they do for us.

These took me back!

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I was not expecting this lot to turn up!

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will appear in the comments below….

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I used to do things two times a day. My clock did it so why shouldn’t I? Doing things more than once was fun, so good they named it twice! A drink at lunchtime, a drink in the evening. A smoke in the morning a smoke in the afternoon!

Once, two amazing things happened on the same day – I won the lottery and my ex wife said she wanted to marry me again, what a coincidence!

It was not as good as you might imagine. In no time at all I was doing as I was told, and never things I enjoyed more than once a day. One Time Wendy I called her.

On one occasion she even moaned when I used the same word twice in the same sentence; ‘enough is enough’, she said which was somewhat ironic!

She even changed my treasured analogue clock for a digital one. Now eight sixteen in the evening has become twenty sixteen, or something like that. How stupid!

Like I said, I used to do things twice a day – oh, sorry Wendy, I shouldn’t have said it again!

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Thanks to Sadje for hosting What Do You See?

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