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Sounds painful, Prickles - I won't ask!!!

Lol Merlin. That reminds me Julia.....Still waiting for that lovely Arran jumper you promised me :)

She,s probably Sheering some sheep on Arran,just to make sure the Jumpers are Authentic.**M**.:o)> Hurry up Julia, I,m still cold and still waiting for the Shallots.

Still no Julia...... Well, I hope she is ok.

Dont make me laff Wend, i am having problems with my "Annual Rings"! :>)))

Logga, logga larfs, Prickles!!!

Lets hope so Ann. Now wooden that be great!

Ann!!!!! that's the best!

LOL very funny Prickles!

Maybe she will log on again soon!

My thoughts exactly Wend.

The service station trade was slow
The owner sat around,
With sharpened knife and cedar stick
Piled shavings on the ground.

The country bards were present, too,
With Glittering blade and bough,
Had I retained the things I heard
I'd be much wiser now.

No town facilities had they,
The log across the rill
Led to a shack, marked His and Hers
That sat against the hill.

"Where is the ladies restroom, sir?"
The owner leaning back,
Said not a word but whittled on,
And nodded toward the shack.

With quickened step she entered there
But only stayed a minute,
Until she screamed, just like a snake
Or spider might be in it.

With startled look and beet-red face
She bounded through the door,
And headed quickly for the car
Just like three gals before.

She missed the foot log - jumped the stream
The owner gave a shout,
As her silk stockings, drooping down
Caught on a sassafras sprout.

She tripped and fell - got up, and then
In obvious disgust,
Ran to the car, stepped on the gas,
And faded in the dust.

Of course we all desired to know
What made the gals all do
The things they did, and then we found
The whittling owner knew.

A speaking system he'd devised,
To make the thing complete,
He tied a speaker on the wall
Beneath the toilet seat.

He'd wait until the gals got set
And then the devilish tyke
Would stop his whittling long enough,
To speak into the mike.

And as she sat, a voice below
Struck terror to her heart,
"Will you please use the other hole,
We're painting under here!"

I thought she would have boughed to poplar demand by now.

Making those long knitting needles she needed, eh Prickles?

Perhaps she's gone for a whittle!

Whatever are you suggesting Marion?

Are you barking up the wrong tree?
that is in jest btw

Morning Julia, Come out, come out wherever
you are. LOLx

Emmax

Hi ya Julia ,hope you're troubles have not been major and both you and OH are ok along with family.

I don't think she has twigged that we are looking for her.

I think we all need to conifer about all this!

Any family tree produces some lemons, some nuts and a few bad apples.