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  • Interesting worm that, where did that come from?! Had to look up YERF, none of that roun' here thanks!

    Marmots need a regular airing.....

    That dinner looks like the trifecta of meals, steak, eggs and bacon in one meal, get out of town!

    And the worlds a better place with the badger happy!

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    • Soiree was fabbo. I only wish we could have stayed longer and seen the fencing exhibition (with swords, not planks of wood and barbed wire). *That's* why we pay those huge school fees...the kids were amazing, not just ours, all of them and they displayed such happy confidence. While things were being moved around before the next act came on one of the teachers asked a boy - he was ten or so - to read us jokes from a joke book, which he did, off the cuff and he was confident enough to make them funny. Totally unrehearsed. Props to him. We didn't stay for the more advanced stuff, but we got to see the grade 2s do both music (they sang Waltzing Matilda with school-specific lyrics) and dance (they were chess pieces on a board).

      Small boy was a bear in a toyshop who came to life at night for his dance. The preps sang a song - AND PLAYED INSTRUMENTS to a song that explained the notes. The grade 1s did Peter and the Wolf, which was brilliant, as their dance. Then for their song they did banana phone, complete with bananas.

      GENIUS.
      I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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      • Originally posted by Dhansakdave View Post
        Interesting worm that, where did that come from?! Had to look up YERF, none of that roun' here thanks!

        Marmots need a regular airing.....

        That dinner looks like the trifecta of meals, steak, eggs and bacon in one meal, get out of town!

        And the worlds a better place with the badger happy!
        I often say 'yiff-yiff' when hugging husband, but so far he remains unconvinced about the wonders of furries.
        I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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        • I'm here! Small boy had *the* worst attack of croup ever on the ferry - after 24 hours' flying and then train-tube-train. It was terrifying and lasted for over an hour. He was screaming on the ferry that he was going to die and couldn't breathe. Fabulous. We had people staring at us and tutting. A crew member asked me to get him to keep it down. Boy, did I lose it with him.

          My dad is both better and worse than expected - haven't seen him in person since he had a very severe stroke - and mum has also aged some since our last visit. It's hard watching them diminish.

          Anyway. Eating has gone to hell and exercise has increased - I carried small boy up the cliff path on my shoulders this morning and we're off to look at a castle shortly.

          Normal service will resume in two and a half weeks.
          I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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          • Originally posted by badgergirl View Post
            I'm here! Small boy had *the* worst attack of croup ever on the ferry - after 24 hours' flying and then train-tube-train. It was terrifying and lasted for over an hour. He was screaming on the ferry that he was going to die and couldn't breathe. Fabulous. We had people staring at us and tutting. A crew member asked me to get him to keep it down. Boy, did I lose it with him.

            My dad is both better and worse than expected - haven't seen him in person since he had a very severe stroke - and mum has also aged some since our last visit. It's hard watching them diminish.

            Anyway. Eating has gone to hell and exercise has increased - I carried small boy up the cliff path on my shoulders this morning and we're off to look at a castle shortly.

            Normal service will resume in two and a half weeks.
            Glad to see that you have survived the trip and arrived relatively intact. Enjoy your stay, and looking forward to tales of adventure whence service returns to normal!

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            • ^ I'll echo what he said, have a good one!

              Wouldn't have minded being the ol' fly on the wall at the crewmans ear bashing!

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              • Went, solo, to visit various family graves. My maternal grandmother appears in two places: with her husband and brother in law and then, again, with her own brother. I remember standing by both spots, but for her I remember we were on the one at the outer edge: with her brother. Why?

                Grandmother thought husband's plot was for three (depth, not width). BiL was supposed to go in with his mother, but on the day the grave flooded, so...put him in with his brother, my grandfather.


                Several, many, years pass. Great uncle dies, gets his own - double (depth) plot. Several years later, my grandmother dies, but it is discovered that her husband's grave is only a double, not a treble as was thought. So, she gets stuck in with her brother and an honourable mention on her husband's grave.

                I paid my respects. I wonder who will get the spot with my great grandma. M&D want to be cremated...
                I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                • I'm back in Australia. More thoughts will follow - there's been a lot to unpack (literally and metaphorically).
                  I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                  • Welcome back, badger! Can't wait to hear stories!
                    I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                    • Originally posted by badgergirl View Post
                      I'm back in Australia. More thoughts will follow - there's been a lot to unpack (literally and metaphorically).
                      Welcome back....

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                      • Welcome returns BG, hope you had a good time!

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                        • Boys and girls. Thank you for the welcome back. I've been catching up, slowly, with all that has been going on with my MDA buddies. (Yaysu, who would have thought the G-man would have ended up in Rabbit Howls territory.) And. Well, actually rethinking my relationship with here, there and everywhere/everyone. 'Home'coming has been hard.

                          There's a stretch of coast. It's a bay, with chalk cliffs on one side and clay on the other. And my soul, it has become clear to me, lives in the centre. It's not the most beautiful of all the island's coasts, far from it, but it is mine. Every undulation, every elevation, every curvature, every indentation is etched in such a way that, were my soul were to assume the horizontal or the prone, we would fit as two pieces in an infinite jigsaw. I have been hewn from that geology.

                          And then there is the city. That city of novelists and poets. Every street, every moment of being has been experienced before as a shadow, as words, as my own memory.

                          The levels of homecoming were many. Inter-nested: an English doll.

                          It was beyond painful to get back on the cat. Wave my parents goodbye as they receded, driving down the pier as we sailed away.

                          It's a wonderful place. It's my cradle. I love it. The Isle. London. England.

                          All of the above.

                          And now I am back in the below. Back where I live, my vocation. But my heart, my heart has yet to board a plane.
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                          I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                          • Originally posted by badgergirl View Post
                            Boys and girls. Thank you for the welcome back. I've been catching up, slowly, with all that has been going on with my MDA buddies. (Yaysu, who would have thought the G-man would have ended up in Rabbit Howls territory.) And. Well, actually rethinking my relationship with here, there and everywhere/everyone. 'Home'coming has been hard.

                            There's a stretch of coast. It's a bay, with chalk cliffs on one side and clay on the other. And my soul, it has become clear to me, lives in the centre. It's not the most beautiful of all the island's coasts, far from it, but it is mine. Every undulation, every elevation, every curvature, every indentation is etched in such a way that, were my soul were to assume the horizontal or the prone, we would fit as two pieces in an infinite jigsaw. I have been hewn from that geology.

                            And then there is the city. That city of novelists and poets. Every street, every moment of being has been experienced before as a shadow, as words, as my own memory.

                            The levels of homecoming were many. Inter-nested: an English doll.

                            It was beyond painful to get back on the cat. Wave my parents goodbye as they receded, driving down the pier as we sailed away.

                            It's a wonderful place. It's my cradle. I love it. The Isle. London. England.

                            All of the above.

                            And now I am back in the below. Back where I live, my vocation. But my heart, my heart has yet to board a plane.
                            yup... feel the same way about Texas.....

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                            • Originally posted by ssn679doc View Post
                              yup... feel the same way about Texas.....
                              I'm sure you do, It's visceral. It's in the blood; for me, at least, in a way that family isn't. It's in the bone. That bloody bay. With my home in the centre. I cannot think of a place I know more intimately...

                              I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                              • Lovely place the IoW, been camping there many a time to Bembridge, to visit friends who live in St Helens, a place that small it doesn't even have a horse, but magic, and just happens to be a short hop to Godshill, where they hawk a brew called Rumpy Pumpy Scrumpy, had some good times there, hope to go back there soon!

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