6 October
We were up at Stupid o’clock this morning so that Jan
can could get over to Bed’th to see a different dentist at 8 o’clock. That was
the only appointment he could offer so she took it. Hopefully the saga of the
teeth will be over by the time she gets home.
It’s surprising what you can learn, even in a nation magazine
about your own area isn’t it. Take the new issue of AP for example. It was the
mags 130th birthday last Saturday, so they centred the issue on the
figure 130. Included is Britain’s best 130 photo locations, and one of them is
here in Warwickshire, and I didn’t know anything about it. The Rollright Stones,
(http://www.rollrightstones.co.uk/index.php/information/detail/how-to-find-the-rollright-stones/),
seem to be on the county border with Oxfordshire though. I shall be looking for
a chance to get down there and have look when I can.
These stone is yet another stone circle, but not on
the scale of Stonehenge. Now I’m wondering if all these sites are linked in
some way. You see, yesterday I sat and watched a documentary on Stonehenge on
Netflix that proposed a new theory, well, new to me anyway. I did know about
the bones that had been found there but the folks studying them have done a lot
of tests on them and other’s found a few miles away.
The tests found that some of the bones are came as far
away as the Orkneys. Now that is a long way to travel even today in a car, but
5,000 years ago it’s seems an even longer distance when travelling on foot. So
are all these stone circles that dot the country all linked in such a way that
they provide a place of worship, or a place to rest up for a few days while
travelling? Just a thought like … … …
Last night just before I settled I looked at the
growing pile of books on the bedside draw set and got to thinking, Why is it that we writers are so loath to
get rid of the books once we have we read them? After all, we will never, or at
least rarely read them twice will we? In our walk in cupboard some kind
person installed a lot of shelving and there are even more read books in there.
As for the Kindle on me table … well, I’m sure you can guess. So why can’t we
pass them on when we are done with them?
Here’s another orchid for you to gaze at …
And the Sage has spoken again …
The
husband leans over and asks his wife, 'Do you remember the first time we had
sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind the village tavern where you
leaned against the back fence and I made love to you.' 'Yes', she says, 'I
remember it well.' 'OK,' he says, 'How about taking a stroll around there again
and we can do it for old time's sake?' 'Oh Jim, you old devil, that sounds like
a crazy, but good idea!' A police officer sitting in the next booth heard their
conversation and, having a chuckle to himself, he thinks to himself, I've got
to see these two old-timers having sex against a fence. I'll just keep an eye
on them so there's no trouble. So he follows them. The elderly couple walks
haltingly along, leaning on each other for support aided by walking sticks.
Finally, they get to the back of the tavern and make their way to the fence.
The old lady lifts her skirt and the old man drops his trousers. As she leans
against the fence, the old man moves in.. Then suddenly they erupt into the
most furious sex that the policeman has ever seen. This goes on for about ten
minutes while both are making loud noises and moaning and screaming. Finally,
they both collapse, panting on the ground. The policeman is amazed. He thinks
he has learned something about life and old age that he didn't know. After
about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering, the old couple struggle
to their feet and put their clothes back on. The policeman, is still watching
and thinks to himself, this is truly amazing, I've got to ask them what their
secret is. So, as the couple passes, he says to them, 'Excuse me, but that was
something else. You must've had a fantastic sex life together. Is there some
sort of secret to this?' Shaking, the old man is barely able to reply, 'Fifty
years ago that wasn't an electric fence.
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