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Tuesday, 6 January 2015. It seems such a short time ago the fragile miracle of life that was put in my arms after I had showered one summer evening; the delicate soft skin of a newborn baby against me that had that distinctive smell of freshly digested milk from her mother. Sitting in front of me for a good two hours the other day, she never seemed to move an inch, intent on her new tablet from Santa. Thanks for stopping by. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pea Jay Kay's Patch. I never win anything in...
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Al's Blog: September 2012
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Sunday, 16 September 2012. Normally I clear the fallen apples in the front garden to avoid an infestation of wasps, but this year being away on a late holiday, I returned to find a lot of ‘falls’ rotting on the gravel, but instead of wasps which I expected to find, there was a ‘ scintilla’ or ‘flutter’. So softly she spoke, with that charming childlike innocence they seem to acquire at that age, with a reverence in her little voice that made me feel the wonder of life around me. My Dear Brov’. A couple o...
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Sunday, 18 January 2015. A rubbish recycling facility! I love listening to people telling me about their childhood, but they have to be nippy, or I will be telling them with a little more relish than perhaps I should about mine, there is a necessity in most people to share their own enthusiasm, a need, which is often in their opinion a more exciting past than anyone else. This was my world where for a tup'penny ticket we could spend all day in the station waiting anxiously for the thunder of the next 'sc...
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Sunday, 4 January 2015. London Barge out of Ramsgate, rounding the Forland. A memory of my childhood just after the last war. My first sketch of the new year January 2015. It's over a year now since my last post, mainly because my computer threw a wobbly and finally bit the dust, at the same time certain parts of my aged old body seemed to want to follow that old tower to the local landfill. Then, to my astonishment, (honestly, I must be still on his list in Lapland! This one works with tera. I was amaze...
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Al's Blog
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Friday, 16 January 2015. I never win anything in raffles or tombola where there is a draw from tickets that I have purchased from my small pension. But just before Christmas I did, you could have knocked me down with a feather. I was presented with a small box with a bulb in it, along with some dirt and a pot to put it in. 8216;To late’ I was told! 8216;Won’t flower for another year’ was the advice from all the experts in the club. One of my so-called friends even gave me some seeds of the same species.
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Al's Blog: January 2015
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Sunday, 18 January 2015. A rubbish recycling facility! I love listening to people telling me about their childhood, but they have to be nippy, or I will be telling them with a little more relish than perhaps I should about mine, there is a necessity in most people to share their own enthusiasm, a need, which is often in their opinion a more exciting past than anyone else. This was my world where for a tup'penny ticket we could spend all day in the station waiting anxiously for the thunder of the next 'sc...
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Al's Blog: September 2013
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Monday, 30 September 2013. She is still making me smile! Wellies, can you imagine teenagers wearing wellies now-a-days? I think there would be civil war, . . . . . . not fashionable. In that brown office type envelope that I emptied onto my desk that day. Http:/ alan-turtle.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/a-promise-i-made.html. Thanks so much for stopping by. The Joy of growing old. I had to post a part of an email I recieved, each word ringing so true to how I feel these days, I hope it brings a smile to many, l...
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Al's Blog: March 2013
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Saturday, 30 March 2013. Don't forget to put the clocks on an hour! On the way Home. My Sketch for today, Evershot Church. and Tess's cottage. After reading an article in the Mail-Online. Http:/ www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1057408/. Written by Sarah Chalmers, m. There is, like always a little artistic licence in my sketch, but never the less a beautiful part of the world around here, that I consider myself lucky to be part of, I hope you like the effort. Looking out upon that vast ocean in front o...
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Al's Blog: January 2013
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Wednesday, 30 January 2013. Just an old pensioners opinion about the Granville. One of my memories of the Granville of which there are many from a time long passed. My time was different; my time was full of wonder, of love, and hope for the future, something that can’t be erased with a bulldozer. A night long ago:. 8216; I’m Al’s ‘Don’t touch’! Don’t even think about it! You’re kidding me! I was physically trembling . . . ! Reading the comments on Michaels Blog about the Granville, each one representing...
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Al's Blog: June 2015
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Wednesday, 10 June 2015. How much faster do we have to go? Is there a limit? Time these days passes so fast, half way through the year, goodness its flying past me much too quickly, everyone in such a hurry to get there just that little bit sooner. Image if you can this poor young thing looking up to see a huge wheel inching towards her face; a monstrous 4 x 4 doing its very best to obtain a vacant space a few yards further on from where she lay. She screamed, bless her, who wouldn’t? I’ll stick to...
