Well , here we are again it’s friday, leaves falling off trees rapidly now, foggy days and receding daylight. Not cold yet but winter is lurking around the corner. If you have a dog you will know how difficult it is to find your dogs poo among all the fallen leaves especially in early mornings and evening twilight. Sometimes I have to give up. Talking about dog poo when I walk my dog on the beach we normally walk along the waters edge. Bruce has got into the habit of pooing in the soft sand at the bottom of cliffs. Fine when it is high tide but when low tides he makes me walk up to 1/4 of a mile to reach the poo. He even did one half way up the cliff last week. I always pick up his poo but if you dont and you are caught you receive a fine. But I draw the line at having to mountain-climb to reach poo. By far the majority of dog owners will pick up poo but there some that dont who give the rest of us a bad name. They even go to the length of putting the poo in a bag then leaving the bag on a wall or hanging up a tree, What kind of people do that?????? But i did receive a terrific compliment from a young woman who had her young daughter with her this week. I picked up some poo from the beach some dog owner had left plus some full discarded bags. The lady told her daughter I was the POO FAIRY. Some accolade!

Enough poo for one week. Humour. In 2013 police in the Maldives arrested a coconut on suspicion of vote rigging. Eh!!!!!

For the last 3 months of his life US President James Garfield had to be fed everything through his anus (arse to you) Previous to that he talked through it!

William Buckland was expelled from the shrine of St. Rosalia, patron saint of Palermo, Sicily, for pointing out that her bones were those of a goat.

Positive stories this week. The New Zealand rugby player who gave away his Rugby World Cup winners medal to a young fan who ran onto the pitch. Well done to him and also to the losing Aussie captain who said the best team won and meant it.

There is a lot of starvation in the world, right. So how can we in the UK bury 20 tons of parsnips each week because they are the wrong shape to sell in supermarkets. Madness

Another week for the Queen to receive the latest despot who is accused of appalling civil rights and election rigging. Step forward the President of Kasakistan, wherever that is! But wait they have lots of oil and are going to give us 40 trade deals worth £3 billion. He is also a mate of Prince Andrew.

Why do we want to trade with these oppressive regimes. Why not trade with Europe, oh, sorry I forgot we will be coming out of the EEC soon so we need any friends dubious or not.

Todays Geordie word is “marra” meaning friend or mate and general English word is “hefty” meaning large.

And so it is time to go Au revoir.       Poem attached  THOSE TURNING POINTS IN TIME


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