It's Me.

For all of us who are married , were married, wish
you were married, or wish you weren't married, this
is something to smile about the next time you see a
bottle of wine:

Sally was driving home from one of her business
trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly
Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.

As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped
the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like
a ride.

With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into
the car.

Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make
a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old
woman just sat silently, looking intently at
everything she saw, studying every little detail,
until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to
Sally.

'What in bag?' asked the old woman.

Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, 'It's
a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband.'

The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or
two. Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder,
she said:

'Good trade.....'

This is the original clock at Carnforth Railway Station that was used in the shooting of the film "Brief Encounter" in 1945. "Brief Encounter" was originally a half hour stage play, called "Still Life", written by Noel Coward, but, under the Direction of David Lean, it was re-written, re-named and starring Celia Johnson and Trevor Howard.

By 1944 the main air raid danger to London, came from V1 and V2 rockets, which had no particular targets, but were just aimed generally at London. In July 1944 a mass evacuation had been ordered, and the LMS moved its office staff. The "Brief Encounter" production had originally been assigned a London station to film at, but Carnforth was considered to be safer.
The Ministry of War Transport considered Carnforth to be sufficiently far from London to be safe from attack, even with all the film lights.

For more info see, http://home.clara.net/gw0hqd/brief/index.htm

The mechanical inside of the clock was removed and sold when it was changed to an electrical movement.

During filming the clock face was covered with a face painted on canvas with hands that could be moved to show the passing of time that was obviously much less than the actual time taken to set up for each shot.

A bit of useful advice - verified by the Dorset Police .

The number does work from a mobile. This actually happened to someones daughter.

Lauren was 19 yrs old and in college. This story takes place over the Christmas/New Year's holiday break. It was the Saturday before New Year and it was about 1.00pm in the afternoon, and Lauren was driving to visit a friend, when an UNMARKED police car pulled up behind her and put its lights on.

Lauren's parents have 4 children (of various ages) and have always told them never to pull over for an unmarked car on the side of the road, but rather wait until they get to a service station, etc So Lauren remembered her parents' advice, and telephoned 112 from her mobile phone. This connected her to the police dispatcher she told the dispatcher that there was an unmarked police car with a flashing blue light on his rooftop behind her and that she would not pull over right away but wait until she was in a service station or busy area.

The dispatcher checked to see if there was a police car where she was and there wasn't and he told her to keep driving, remain calm and that he had back-up already on the way. Ten minutes later 4 police cars surrounded her and the unmarked car behind her.

One policeman went to her side and the others surrounded the car behind. They pulled the guy from the car and tackled him to the ground...... ..the man was a convicted rapist and wanted for other crimes. I never knew that bit of advice, but especially for a woman alone in a car, you do not have to pull over for an UNMARKED car.

Apparently police have to respect your right to keep going to a 'safe' place. You obviously need to make some signals that you acknowledge them I.e., put on your hazard lights) or call 112 like Lauren did.

Too bad the mobile phone companies don't give you this little bit of wonderful information. So now it's your turn to let your friends know about 112 (112 is an emergency number on your mobile that takes you straight to the police because 999 does not work if you have no signal) . This is good information that I did not know!

Please pass on to all your friends, especially any females.

THE IRISH PIPER.

As a bagpiper, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man who had no family or friends. The funeral was to be held at a cemetery in the remote countryside and this man would be the first to be laid to rest there.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost and being a typical man, did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late. I saw the backhoe and the crew who were eating lunch but the hearse was nowhere in sight.

I apologized to the workers for my tardiness and stepped to the side of the open grave where I saw the vault lid already in place.

I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long but this was the proper thing to do. The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I played out my heart and soul.

As I played the workers began to weep. I played and I played like I'd never played before, from Going Home and The Lord is My Shepherd to Flowers of the Forest. I closed the lengthy session with Amazing Grace and walked to my car..

As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the workers saying to another, "Sweet Jeezuz, Mary'n Joseph, I never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."

Bye for now dear readers, I am away to the Lake District for a few days.

Twas on the Blogship Lollipop that I saw La_ Spice's, oh no, don't think that, I was invited to have a look. Having taken my time in examining it very closely and then looking further I discovered others,
http://goodshiplollipop.blog.co.uk/2009/06/16/now-show-me-yours-6313604/

I am well aware that no blog friends of mine would ever say anything that wasn't nice about a baby, so here goes.

23 August 1938.

A brilliant day on my scale. My scale runs from good to brilliant, on good days it dosen't rain and brilliant is today or better, no rain for three weeks but prior to that it was three weeks of rain. yes, swings and roundabouts.

I opened my car to find out the temperature, there is a little read out in the corner of the dash board, 18 whatever's, then I do a little mental arithmetic, double it and add 30, equals 66 in English, well, it's probably not English but it is what I understand. Just out of sheer curiosity I look in my newspaper at the temperature around the World so that I can tell myself that we are better than Rome, London, Paris, Melbourne, whatever.

It has been three weeks of weeding the garden, I don't mind doing that as I just sit on the grass and lean over, I'm getting past bending down, well, the bending down is not so bad, it's the standing up again that gets me.

There is a rake laying on the grass, no, I'm not daft, the tines are sticking in the ground, not for me treading on it and receiving a black eye from the handle, no, I just tripped over it, and if anyone comments "that we all get a bit doddery at your age" I will delete them from my friends list, anyway, I was lighting a cigarette at the time, just a tee shirt on and I fell into a patch of stinging nettles.

Big hearted me, I cultivate a patch of nettles so that the butterfly's can lay their eggs on them, It's no old wives tale, nettles sting.

It's ok, me, a man of the soil, a man of Sussex, countryside, the Downs, nursery's, it's embedded in my mind, the answer is docken leaves.

I've been weeding for three weeks.

A new group has been started on this blog site, I am sure that it will very quickly be the largest group ever, It's name?

"UK Lotto Winners"
This group is aimed at those lucky individuals, like myself, tha have won...

On the UK LOTTERY he won "STAGGERING €5,000,000!!" Yes Euros!!!!

With all that lovely money to spend, would I, I ask myself, spend time on a blog.

One day a florist goes to a barber for a haircut. After the cut he asks about his bill and the barber replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The florist is pleased and leaves the shop.

When the barber goes to open his shop the next morning there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door.

Later, a cop comes in for a haircut and when he tries to pay his bill,
the barber again replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing
community service this week.' The cop is happy and leaves the shop.

The next morning when the barber goes to open up there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen doughnuts waiting for him at his door.

Later that day, a college professor comes in for a haircut and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The professor is very happy and leaves the shop.

The next morning when the barber opens his shop, there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen different books, such as 'How to Improve Your
Business' and 'Becoming More Successful.'

Then, a politician comes in for a haircut and when he goes to
pay his bill the barber again replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The politician is very happy and leaves the shop.

The next morning when the barber goes to open up, there are a dozen
politicians lined up waiting for a free haircut.

And that, my friends, illustrates the fundamental difference between the citizens of our country and the members of our Parliament.

SUSIE LEE DONE FELL IN LOVE,
SHE PLANNED TO MARRY JOE.
SHE WAS SO HAPPY 'BOUT IT ALL,
SHE TOLD HER PAPPY SO.

PAPPY TOLD HER, SUSIE GAL,
YOU'LL HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER.
I'D JUST AS SOON YO' MA DON'T KNOW,
BUT JOE IS YO' HALF BROTHER.

SO SUSIE PUT ASIDE HER JOE
AND PLANNED TO MARRY WILL.
BUT AFTER TELLING PAPPY THIS,
HE SAID, 'THERE'S TROUBLE STILL.'

YOU CAN'T MARRY WILL, MY GAL,
AND PLEASE DON'T TELL YO' MOTHER.
BUT WILL AND JOE, AND SEVERAL MO'
I KNOW IS YO' HALF BROTHER.

BUT MAMA KNEW AND SAID, MY CHILD,
JUST DO WHAT MAKES YO' HAPPY.
MARRY WILL OR MARRY JOE;
YOU AIN'T NO KIN TO PAPPY.

Yes, I probably have to apologise to someone.