General Chat

I don't know about jules Ian but sound nothing like that and don't drink shandy thanks :))

Thanks for that Jules. So kind.

I remember once going darn sarf to leeds and it was all concrete as well.

Is it true that in the sarf everyone drinks shandies....?

I

Morning Ian somethings never change do they lol

Ian....enjoy it whilst it lasts because the next few mornings when you wake up down here in Essex all you'll here are the groans of traffic whistling in the winds n the sights of buildings standing proud in the skyline of the smog....n the only green you'll see is the grassy verges along the side of the road....lol

I know it won't be that bad where you'll be but you get the picture....lol

Have a good day :o)

Good morning Ian,

really dull here this morning it is warmer may i say

no lamb for me either

Joan G

Morning Ian.~~~

Sally ,I always read the punch line first,
been sucked in to many times.....lol

hello jan xxxxxxxx

Oh noooooo.......Ian, I am going to read the end of your posts in future.....

I was enjoying your enjoyment of a lovely spring morning in a picturesque part of the country......birds singing.....etc.etc......then the dead sheep.....

No lamb on the menu for me then when I go to lunch with MiL.....

.....x sally ...... from a cool, dull, grey, slightly damp Herts......

What an utterly gorgeous morning it is here. I've been sitting in the back garden with my morning glass of cranberry and dandelion juice, enjoying the warmth of the early morning sun and the tuneful cacaphony of the daily blackbird v song thrush song contest.

Our daffodils here are in full bloom and the trees are just starting to unfurl their leaves. The sun reflects from the sparkling dew drops and each breath of the breeze sends a kaleidescope of colours bouncing from bough to bough to delight the eye with an exuberant promise of a glorious day to come.

Lambing is now in full swing, and the gentle blare of the new mums calling their wobbly legged offspring makes delightful background music to the whole pastoral scene.

Cheviot is visible to the north, her snow covered peak standing guard over the valley, reminding us that winter is a recent memory, but in a gentle way so as not to spoil the beauty of the day.

Rabbits are chasing each other round the field, woodpigeons call lazily to each other and the roe deer are making their way home from their nocturnal carousing in the night clubs of the ancient oak wood.

Whats this..? It's Dan the labrador, gambolling in the field next to the house. What a cheery little chap he is.

Oh joy. He's rolled in a very dead sheep and jumped up at me. I am going to kill him. Excuse me one moment.