Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Now she has decided she would like to 'grow' some butterflies of her own. I've tried to explain to her that butterflies don't make great pets and she'd be better sticking with growing nasturtiums or collecting snails from the garden (at one stage last year my mum had to 'pet-sit' 27 snails, all individually named, for a weekend)
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Well, after last week's Irish dancing class (I went the wrong way round a one-way circle and caused minor injury to at least three other dancers) there's no way I'm ever going to be able to dance to it!
Friday, May 18, 2007
Et maintenant, je dois chercher mon béret!
I was invited to teach French for the two following weeks in a school for children with difficulties of study. It is a long time since I spoke French! I await with interest the challenge. This year I already taught the domestic economy, English, science and maintaining French. You never know what you will do after when you work as a professor of replacement. And now, I must seek my beret!
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
- stayed well hidden
- used height for advantage
- kept really quiet
- worked as a team
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest buildings.
Wayne put in a bid, and, because his price was so low, he got the job.
So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with water.
Well, Wayne was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the sky opened, and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over the church and knocking Wayne clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.
Wayne was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got down on his knees and cried:
"Oh, God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke..
"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"