Must still take it easy

The Operation for Prostate Cancer was 2 weeks ago,
moving about is still limited, but life with out the catheter
that came out a few days a go, is less restrictive,
but still tiring.   

Looking on at progress

The wild life, Mr Robin and the Black Bird are giving the
garden a wide berth during maneuvers
and reconstruction, only the new comer
Mr Bumblebee is unfazed by the changes,
as he smoothly glides between the Forget Me Nots          

Don't Cross The Line.

Stu's View

The garden is now getting it 2013 makeover,
the washing line had to come down,
 enabling the large containers of trees and shrubs
to-be dragged about like scenery on a  film set.   

Golden Virginia or Old Holborn

Roll up

not a smoke not a puff.

a bus ticket to Memory Lane,

as a small boy riding on top deck

of the red root master bus, the conductor

when dad pay would reel off a extra extra long ticket

just for me to play with, why this memory today well

my poetic rants seem to stimulate  a wellbeing

confidence, as I typed that, I felt the two fingers rise, 

I'm taking daily notes on a tillrole 

to keep them in order, and to be a little eccentric ,

this is never going to evolve into a rant is it ?

Maybe next time ? a

                                    *

All good healthy food

In a Byford home.

Crap with out the Alcohol 

Could have been worse 

Purple Ronnie's four lines

                                            Byford' Glass is full of love.  
 
                                           A book given to me by the boys to accompany a pint glass
                                           inscribed with the words.    about the year  2003.
                                                                    

                                                                      Getting pissed

                                           However much booze you've been drinking,

                                           You just want a little bit more,

                                           Your head begins reeling,

                                           You stare at the ceiling,

                                           And then you throw up on the floor.

                                            NOT an accurate description of my drinking,

                                            well yes, the first four lines are about write.