A Memory / Funnies ...

The way I picture Rob when 'wee' (a cheeky imp).

Hi Folks,

My other half Rob was in a talkative mood this morning at breakfast-time, he was telling me about one of his childhood adventures..... As I have mentioned before there was a railway bridge down the road from where he stayed as a child and when he was 7 or 8 years old he and a few pals would climb up the underside of the bridge (30 feet up) traverse between pieces of metal on the underside of the bridge till he reached the railway lines then make their way along the lines, jump onto a coal carrying rail-car ' moving or stationary it didn't matter to them ' - they would climb up the side of the rail-car and jump down amongst the coal... the next step was to haul lumps of coal 'as large as they could manage ' off to the side of the lines, then jump off the rail-car, retrieve the coal and carry them off to his Mum ...

At other times he would gather more, bag them and then go round selling them to all and
sundry.... No kidding ! this was what he and his ' pals ' did whenever they had some spare time he certainly had plenty of entrepreneurial spirit when he was young that's for sure ! ( guts too). He had me spellbound and wondering what on earth I would have done with him had I been his mother, she must have been climbing the walls with worry about what he would get up to next ! His attitude and reasoning to mischief like this is and always has been that...

1) It was fun to do.
2) His Mum and others needed the coal.

and anyway ...... very few accidents happened doing this, more children were injured and hurt by cars while they were crossing the road and not paying attention to what they were doing - 'while in a bit of a dwam' !

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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,

"Good trade!.."

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Cheers from the land of the tartan, Love Kate xxx.