I won't tell you what incident prompted my latest little dittie but, rest assured, one of the protagonists is still blowing steam out of her ears. lol.

Three score years and ten

The life span for men

Ladies live longer

Because they are stronger.

 Man disagrees,

They work hard felling trees
More likely in the gym
Building muscle cos they’re thin.

Gentle sex, or what?

Abuse their bodies a lot
Bear and care for young
And exercise their tongue.

Provide and cook meals.

When sick or ail she heals
DIY a  cinch
All without a flinch.

Now a man…….

I rest my case.

We have a house guest.

His name is Tom.  He joins our small family quite often as he belongs to my Daughter.  It works quite well as Rosie has grown up being ruled by cats so he is just another in a long line of things to be tollerated.  Bless her.

Daughter’s gone on holiday

So we have got the cat.

We also have our Rosiedog
Who doesn’t care for that.

Tom’s an independent soul,

And stalks his pad defiant.
He disappears for hours on end
But mealtimes are reliant.

Our garden birds have taken flight

The squirrel’s very cautious.
The half devoured gift he leaves
Is really, grossly, nauseous.

And yet at night he snuggles up

Taking half the covers.
Dreaming of his wild exploits
Hoping for some others.

Why can't I leave comments on some blogs.

I am struggling here.  There are some lovely blogs that won't let me leave comments.  I will list them so you know I am not ignoring you.  I promise I am trying and if anyone can offer any advice on getting over this hurdle please do.
After Hours
Dorset Girl
Maria's Blog
Polly Polkadot.

There are more and I will list them when I come across them.
I am so sorry bloggers.  There must be a reason or something that I am doing wrong although I can comment on all the others with my Google account details.

Colours of the Countryside.

A short walk from my back door, out through my garden gate and, hey presto, I am on the common where, this afternoon the dog and I lingered to admire the colours of the hedgerows.  In real life they were breathtaking but I am a poor photographer so you will have to use a little imagination.  They are a little improved if you double click on them.

Followers of my old blog well probably notice I managed to keep the dog out of them this time.  A rare occurance I can assure you.

The advantages of growing old?

This was prompted by a friends distress at her parents lack of care when ill.

As the years advance
I have taken this chance
To review what I’m told
“There are advantages to growing old”.

I have been objective

And not selective
Tried to ignore
The fact that we’re poor

The mirrors are banned

In my corner of the land
To help the belief
That age is a relief.

I use a bus pass

To save on car gas
Continually hope
I can always cope

Spend my days
Worrying about ways
I can avoid being alone
Or in an Old Peoples home.

Are these really the advantages of growing old?

No.2 son and family are moving home.

So I have sent them a card and suitable dittie.

You've been packing for weeks,
Towels and sheets,
Pots and pans,
And pillows and cans.

I bet you felt it would never end,
Thought you were going round the bend,
Moving home is a horrendous chore,
You won't be doing this no more.

Now you're here and look around,
You're pleased.  This little place you've found.
A haven of peace to hide away,
Be happy and content.  Hooray.

Latest Make

This is all hand sewn.  Definately not touched a sewing machine. I fancied doing one the old fashioned way and thoroughly enjoyed it.