Looking back through my posts I found this poem, possibly many of you will have read it, but there are new friends now and visitors that look in, so I think it is well worth another post.

Ways We Might Have Gone.

Two roads are on offer, and what will it matter
If this one or that one is chosen today?
Who has a globe to look into the future?
What will it mean if we choose the wrong way?
Who knows the reason for making decisions
That decades from now may condemn us to hell?
Lights that entice-are they simple illusions?
Will happiness follow? Or pain? Who can tell?
A lifetime is over-we look back in wonder
At roads we neglected to journey along;
But who is to say that we could have fared better,
That we opted to go where we did not belong?
A tradesman, a teacher, a Cromwell, a Caesar,
The highways they followed all finish in dust;
Now fate in its mercy has made us an offer
That needs no decision- for take it we must.

Frank Macdonald

Isn't that a wonderful poem.

You will know, should you have read my post, http://joebangles.blog.co.uk/2008/03/24/no-problem-i-said-3930948
That by now the new whirly was sitting ready for it's erection.

Start raking soil from around the old whirly and discover the concrete foundation where some idiot labourer had decided to dump the excess concrete that he had over made that day. Washing is heavy, wet washing can be very heavy, but, the rock of Gibraltar!!!

I don't know if there is such a thing as, The Law of Leverage, if there is not, then there should be. Old whirly six foot high, multiply that by some factor or other, pull at the top, and out comes the concrete lump.

No it dosen't, it snaps off at the point where it dissapears into the lump.

Return to DIY store, one pointy chisel, one 1 inch chisel and a 6lb, ( I know, that should be kilogrammes, hectogrammes or something ) club hammer, total price £29.

Take a cushion from the living room, God, I'll be in trouble when she finds out, sit beside concrete lump and commence work.

Two hours later, with a small pile of concrete chips beside me and two blunt chisels, I give in, ( Henry Moore, God alone knows how you managed all of those statues ). Stand up, bend over to pick up tools, pull muscle in back.

Tell Hazel, "You know what, a washing line would give you space for a rock garden".

Pssstttt, any idea where I can get hold of just a wee bit of dynamite.

My husband and I divorced over religious differences.
He thought he was God, and I didn't.
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Why were hurricanes usually named after women?
Because when they arrive, they're wet and wild, but
When they go, they take your house and car.

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The woman applying for a job in a Florida lemon grove
Seemed way too qualified for the job
"Look Miss," said the foreman, "have you any actual
Experience in picking lemons?"
"Well, as a matter if fact, yes!" she replied.? "I've
Been divorced three times."

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Three friends from the local congregation were asked, "When you're in your casket, and friends and congregation members are mourning over you, what would you like them to say?"
Artie said: "I would like them to say I was a wonderful husband, a fine spiritual leader, and a great family man."

Eugene commented: "I would like them to say I was a
Wonderful teacher and servant of God who made a huge difference in people's lives."

Al said: "I'd like them to say, "Look, he's moving!"

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A man goes to see the Rabbi. "Rabbi, something terrible is happening and I have to talk to you about it."
The Rabbi asked, "What's wrong?"
The man replied, "My wife is poisoning me."
The Rabbi, very surprised by this, asks, "How can that be?"
The man then pleads, "I'm telling you, I'm certain she's poisoning me, what should I do?"
The Rabbi then offers, "Tell you what. Let me talk to
her, I'll see what I can find out and I'll let you know."
A week later the Rabbi calls the man and says, "Well, I spoke to your wife. I spoke to her on the phone for three hours.
You want my advice?"
The man said yes and the Rabbi replied,
"Take the poison."

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Smith climbs to the top of Mt. Sinai to get close enough to talk to God.

Looking up, he asks the Lord... "God, what does a million years mean to you?"
The Lord replies, "A minute."
Smith asks, "And what does a million dollars mean to you?"
The Lord replies, "A penny."
Smith asks, "Can I have a penny?"
The Lord replies, "In a minute."