Visits

The Engaged Couple

Feeding the Ducks

So far over the Christmas break we have had quite a few visitors, Maryanne on Boxing day which was her birthday 30 I cannot believe it either. it was also the day Maryanne & Gregg became an engaged couple.

Yesterday we had a motley crew from Blackburn, John, Julie, Vici, Russel, Rachel, Bethany, and last but not least Elliot. We were suppose to go for a sail but the who canal is frozen, it ended up very cosy the weather was freezing but we all huddled together and had a great day. Breaking ice, Fishing, feeding the ducks and eating.

Jaws

Do not swim in our Marina

these Buggers will have you leg off

All Iced up

Skating Ducks

Practicing for the Christmas Panto on ice

Iced up and going nowhere

We are all iced up and the weather is about to get worse. but the boat is very cosy and we are as snug as bug in a rug. One problem is getting in and out of the boat the gang way is very slippy especially when you are using a crutch, I think other boaters around here are running a sweep stake to see not if but when I fall in, I intend to beat them.

We are the only people with religious Ducks "they walk on water"

Speak soon

Big Al

This is the one, Kieth and I on crutches. Our mum was a nurse and she would have loved the picture, As kids we were always in trouble so it would appear that we haven't yet grown up. something Noreen and Carole would agree with

I have been listening to the news a the failure of Haringey council to save that little boy baby P. It got me to thinking, I remember from my school days ( yes I did go ) a poem about Timothy Winters.
Most people of my age will have known him, there was one in every class my class had dozens.
The point is with the advent of the welfare state, the children's society, and all the social workers. What have learnt ? I despair at a society that can allow this to happen and not learn before I start to rant here he is: wrote early 50s I think.

'Timothy Winters'Timothy Winters comes to school
With eyes as wide as a football-pool,
Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters:
A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters.

His belly is white, his neck is dark,
And his hair is an exclamation-mark.
His clothes are enough to scare a crow
And through his britches the blue winds blow.

When teacher talks he won't hear a word
And he shoots down dead the arithmetic-bird,
He licks the pattern off his plate
And he's not even heard of the Welfare State.

Timothy Winters has bloody feet
And he lives in a house on Suez Street,
He sleeps in a sack on the kitchen floor
And they say there aren't boys like him anymore.

Old Man Winters likes his beer
And his missus ran off with a bombardier,
Grandma sits in the grate with a gin
And Timothy's dosed with an aspirin.

The welfare Worker lies awake
But the law's as tricky as a ten-foot snake,
So Timothy Winters drinks his cup
And slowly goes on growing up.

At Morning Prayers the Master helves
for children less fortunate than ourselves,
And the loudest response in the room is when
Timothy Winters roars "Amen!"

So come one angel, come on ten
Timothy Winters says "Amen
Amen amen amen amen."
Timothy Winters, Lord. Amen

Opperation New Knee completed

Just two of the dedicated staff

Hi everyone, I am back.

Just to upset a few of you the operation has been a success "so far"

Instead of talking about myself which I seem to do I am going to concentrate this blog on the dedicated staff at Burnley General. The nurses, Doctors, Surgeons, Ward orderlies, everyone who make up your stay in hospital a pleasant one.

Last Wednesday my leg sawed in half twice and now only seven days later I am back on the boat, moving around (on crutches) you tell me that it isn't a miracle. whilst in the hospital I was looked after so well the attentiveness of the nursing staff was second to none. Doctors explained everything you wanted to know, and came to see you two or three times a day. even the patients I shared the ward with were great, and we all had a "reet good laugh" any one out there who is either awaiting a new knee or hip or considering it then I say do it its well worth it.

I only had my lap top with me so only a couple of pics that are not that good

Again we should all celebrate the NHS it has faults but really its the best in the world

My lucky Day

How is it that since moving on to the Boat my life has become so lucky, Look at today; two of Norene's old school friends (I should not say old because they certainly do not look it) Marjory and Silvia came to collect Maurine, so I was obliged and delighted to spend the day with a bevy of beauties.
How better can this life get.

After 45 years of different life styles, ambitions, hopes and aspirations, here they still friend's, as if they had just stepped out of school. Its so good to see. Me however to have a class reunion I believe I would have to go to Strangways or Broadmoor. I had best apologise for that as one or two of my old school friends read this blog.

Here they are

The Class of 64