Bring me Sunshine

There's a bit of a tale to be told, (only a bit) as to why I ended up watching the following vid the other evening...................It's coming a bit close to Christmas, isn't it? This is the time of year I dig out my Christmas sheet music. Hark! Are those the songs of herald angels that people are going to be hearing?

Ah! But no! Because whilst trawling through reams and reams of music scores, I stumbled upon the piano score of 'The Stripper'. "Now why would you have needed that in the past?" one friend questioned me. My reply was, "That it is for me to know and for no-one else to find out........"

I searched out the following as a result and it rekindled sunshiny memories of my late father who was a great fan of Morecambe and Wise. More than that though, I remembered seeing the duo live on stage as a child in the 60s, on one of the piers at Blackpool.

The weather was atrocious with gale force winds, heavy rain and the inevitable high seas. Eric Morecambe did an aside to Ernie Wise mid-sketch...."I don't know what they're laughing at (i.e. we the audience). I wonder if they know that we're adrift in the Northern Atlantic?" Sheer class! Enjoy even further class .........

"Bring me sunshine in your smile, Bring me laughter all the while......

For Huw

Because the Concert in the Millenium Centre, Cardiff was cancelled.

Wanderlust

According to the Wikipedia, the definition of ‘wanderlust' is as follows: A strong desire to travel, or by having an itch to get out and see the world.

Therefore I admit to having a touch of the old wanderlust because no sooner was I back on Planet Paradise after spending time in Edinburgh but we i.e. ‘im ‘n me were hitting the road for a half-term break in the Cotswolds.

Life as it is, being full of fiery surprises, saw me with eyes ablaze to match the fantastic Autumn scenery surrounding us when I discovered that ‘im hadn’t packed my Golden Linseeds but had packed the Immodium Instants instead because he’d had a bit of the Delhi Belly, having been away from home himself earlier in the week.

Think ‘calm’ I thought to myself. Like hell! I was ablaze inside – this colour .....

Fortunately we were joined at GLEBE COTTAGE for two nights by Jan and Alan of WISTERIA HOUSE therefore the first day of the holiday started with the hunt for golden linseeds, not golden scenery in the Cotswolds. Well it was hissing down with rain anyway so there was little else to do. Just look at this view to prove it..

Jan, bless her, surreptitiously sloped off into a Co-Op in Moreton-on-Marsh only to emerge triumphant with the elusive linseeds, whereupon I collapsed into her arms declaring eternal love and devotion. Ok then, nothing as melodramatic as that so let’s just say that I was grateful.

Quote: The only thing to do is to hug one's friends tight and do one's job ~Edith Wharton

More spectacular photos HERE!