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Making a quick visit to Avon Valley Railway yesterday with Dad, I noticed that they have reclaimed some of the old advertising boards from yesteryear. See how many of them you recognise. The more familiar ones there are, the older you are, of course... 

These were the days when smoking was not punishable by instant hanging,, drawing and quartering! Indeed, in some circles it was even thought to be good for you. 

Dogs 'R Us

Jake's favourite place to lie is on the pouffe when Keith has his feet up.

Paddy? Well, Paddy, as you can see, just likes to keep his computer skills up to date. Well, he does contribute the occasional post to this blog, as you know.

Signs of Spring

This is how things were looking on our walk this morning.

Well, actually this one was taken last week.

 

Cat's teeth!

Borrowed from Elder Daughter (and not beyond the bounds of possibility!)

So disappointing!

Oh the wickedness of it! The callous disregard for Keith's delirious expectations of a day watching Formula One on Sky!

The awful truth of the matter is that, in spite of Keith's ticking off the minutes since stupid o'clock this morning, in eager anticipation of an early visit from Santa Claus the Sky man, as yet, no human being has  approached our doorstep, except for the two deliveries of lovely Mother's Day flowers, sent by Elder and Younger Daughter, which only served to compound his agony. The 'window' for installation was between 8am and 2pm and regrettably, the unfortunate employee of Sky has, as yet, failed to appear. He has 25 minutes before Keith instantaneously combusts.

Does he appreciate, I wonder, the scene of distraught hand-wringing and groaning in the living room chez Jennyta?

Does he understand that he is taking his life in his hands with ever-increasingly disastrous consequences when he does eventually appear?

Has the realisation of all this caused him to head for the hills, never to be seen again?