I haven't entered any postings recently as
a I've been very busy
b Everyone else has wanted my time and
c I didn't have anything to say.
Sometimes silence is golden but how do you convey that in a blog?
Perhaps just enter a date then leave a lot of space?
I hate it when I watch news on the t.v. or read newspaper and there really isn't any news. Why can't they be honest and say : 'Sorry there's no news today so we are cutting our programme short and you can watch a repeat episode of Columbo'
Why let you sit through a news programme when there just isn't any news?
So basically I'm saying I've got nothing to post, but watch this space.
Oh, I could tell you about what I did over the Easter hoildays but you wouldn't be interested would you? Now, if YOU have some news to tell, why not post here?
http://www.columbo-site.freeuk.com/sorry.rm
O.K. I'm done now.
You can all go.
O.K. I see what you want:
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You've just demonstrated, Julie, that there is always something to say about something. Tell us a little more about the house and the rabbits. You said that it is half a mile from civilisation. It so happens that the only house I know(or knew)in Northamptonshire is half-a-mile or so from civilisation. It would be an incredible coincidence if it were the same one.
If it were there would be something most unusual at the bottom of the garden by a public footpath about 30 yards from the house.
No need to reply to that. Let privacy be respected! And it's probably another house entirely.
Fenniexx
Fennie, there's a brook and a farm both about 100 yards away so I guess its not the same house. I am curious about the house you knew.
I might just start a new post on the rabbit situation. We've just had a second fence put around the perimeter of our garden( quite a sensible place to put a fence don't you think?).
I spoke to the farmer and said that surely they would burrow underneath but he is quite convinced that it will deter most of them.
O.K. Must stop rabbitting on about nothing.
There's just one more thing I don't understand... :-)
Julie, as for the rabbits, I've heard that only female rabbits dig.
And I suppose it depends how deep you go down with your fence. When in the mists of time I was doing this sort of thing we used to take the fence down about six inches into the soil. But your rabbits may be less persistent.
As to the house, it was a converted barn, somewhere not a hundred miles from Brackley - way out in the country. And it's unusual in that my father is buried in the garden. He didn't live there; but ended (for reasons that need not detain us here) by being buried there, in the garden, in the middle of a rainstorm, so the internment was a rather rushed and slightly comic affair, which is how, I am sure, he would have wished it to be for he couldn't stand any form of pretentiousness.
A strange and in many ways tortured soul, he was an artist who used excessive amounts of eau de cologne, had three wives and six daughters and little transgendered me (though I came first). I think he fought against his own nature and didn't want me to be like he was. His wartime experiences - he was in the airforce - also affected him deeply.
So you see it would have been quite amusing and appropriate had
you turned out to be living in the same place. If you were in tune to voices from beyond the grave he could certainly have advised you on the rabbits.
Fenniexx
Julie, as for the rabbits, I've heard that only female rabbits dig.
And I suppose it depends how deep you go down with your fence. When in the mists of time I was doing this sort of thing we used to take the fence down about six inches into the soil. But your rabbits may be less persistent.
As to the house, it was a converted barn, somewhere not a hundred miles from Brackley - way out in the country. And it's unusual in that my father is buried in the garden. He didn't live there; but ended (for reasons that need not detain us here) by being buried there, in the garden, in the middle of a rainstorm, so the internment was a rather rushed and slightly comic affair, which is how, I am sure, he would have wished it to be for he couldn't stand any form of pretentiousness.
A strange and in many ways tortured soul, he was an artist who used excessive amounts of eau de cologne, had three wives and six daughters and little transgendered me (though I came first). I think he fought against his own nature and didn't want me to be like he was. His wartime experiences - he was in the airforce - also affected him deeply.
So you see it would have been quite amusing and appropriate had
you turned out to be living in the same place. If you were in tune to voices from beyond the grave he could certainly have advised you on the rabbits.
Fenniexx
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