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Monday Morning Train Station Blog no. 1

Posted on August 3, 2015 by | Leave a comment

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Just another Monday morning
Nothing to fuss about
No troubles ahead
Nothing but blue skies
And not ‘too’ hot.

So, I’m sat on the bench at the railway station once more. A week’s work is ahead of me and I am fashionably early for the train. It is quiet to a degree and I am the first one here for the Waterloo service (not a euphemism) stopping at Southampton, Southampton Airport (Parkway), Eastleigh, and so on.

Distant seagulls are busy practicing for a Wagnerian opera performance; whilst freight and early commuters are droning along the nearby A35 creating a continuous band of FM road noise.
It is quite chill and still the day retains an element of the night. The sky is a blanket of one shade of the colour grey, it may be that there is not a cloud in the sky – we must wait and see, it could just be awaiting the starter-motor of the Sun to give it a blue blush.

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“Welease, Wodewick!” (or ‘Wodewina!’)

Posted on August 2, 2015 by | 9 comments
From a cardboard box to freedom!

From a cardboard box to freedom!

We travelled the four or five miles necessary into the New Forest before we considered where we would welease W. Then we travelled a few more as we didn’t want to upset the picnickers in our first choice spot. We eventually (3 mins later) found the ideal place and W was soon to be seen (then not seen) in a wood-stack (if it ‘was’ a girl rat, we may have chosen this moment to rechristened her Joni Mitchell Rat – but, we didn’t) “Bythe time we got to Woodstack…”

Anyway, we have released W and mission Welease Wat was successful.

We we hope that the new home is acceptable; and have put in place. Mechanism for forwarding mail.

Enjoy your Sunday adventures, as we have enjoyed ours G & J šŸ™‚

PS just have to explain to Rosie-Cat where W went to (but, not the exact location, obviously)

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Land of Wood – Woodlands, New Forest – an ‘actual’ Blog!

Posted on August 1, 2015 by | 2 comments

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The New Forest

isn’t that new

it’s been around for quite a number of centuries

and we are very lucky to live so close to it.

The pups (still they are pups) enjoyed their walk there today

They were thrilled (but, not so you’d notice) to be the stars of our first ‘Periscope’ online broadcast. Eleven and a half minutes of them being cute and tireless in their pursuit of… something; whilst I tried to keep them in shot and avoid tripping over; disappearing into a muddy swamp or being ‘nutted’ by a low-hanging branch.

The battery on my phone only allowed Eleven and a half minutes or I would have gone on for ages with my inane comments, silly jokes, puffing & wheezing, etc. as I tried to be David Attentionborough.

Anyway, I survived the ordeal and, during the broadcast (which was viewed by (possibly) dozens of people, managed to spot a ‘Hello!’ And a comment of ‘Clever dogs!’ All of which leads me to consider the possibility of it almost being a near success.

And, come to think of it, this is actually the nearest I’ve come to doing an ‘actual’ ‘blog’ in all the years I’ve been posting – whoot!

So, I have now told you of my escapades with Vega and Haiku this afternoon. Hope you weren’t too bored with my spiel – it’s definitely a different and interesting process when compared to writing and posting a poem (which I have been known to do from time to time)

It’s good to share.

G:)

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Easy like, it’s Saturday Morning – almost a Blog

Posted on July 11, 2015 by | Leave a comment
Drummer = big hit as he has a big kit.

Drummer = big git as he has a big kit.

When your head is banging
Like there is a bad drummer inside it, And he’s rehearsing for his first (and only) gig.
Thumpety-thump, thumpety-thump-thump!
And if I meet him later he will surely get a frosty reception from me
And will know where his drumsticks did go.

Anyway, the day may be quiet,
But that emphasises every noise that ever there was – it’s no picnic, I can tell you…
But, I shall whisper these written words
Because even their silent rustling is like a heard (yup, heard) of cattle passing by.

I did the coffee thing – managed to pour cold water on the granules and then had to nuke the bejesus out of the result. Now, I have to wait as the coffee is 3 degrees hotter than the hottest temperature known to Man. Pour me.

It’s a Saturday, Samedi same crud, no, not true, lots of good stuff soon;
When this hangover (from life, I don’t really drink) eases off a bit.

This was going to be a poem…
It’s not.
You may have noticed that.
I will poeticise lyrically later – maybe.
For now, you have a baddish (ting) bloggish blog yow thing that says little, does less, and goes nowhere.
Quietly.

Thank you for reading.
If you have read, please put:

‘Shhhhh… quiet, please!’

In the comments.
Thank you

G:)

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