Ghosties

I got tagged on Youtube yesterday which means you upload a little video with five facts about yourself that most people probably don't know about you. HA; HA; HA, No way. But it did start me thinking. The above is Fact number 1.

Alice who used to be Frank is coming for a barbeque/spare ribs. Personally, I will be overcooking a nice sea bream, hooray.

Am I missing something here?

So, Britain has a new rule that prevents children from runnng in the playgrounds or playing football. But some of them carry knives and slaughter people they don't even know. What nitwit politicians are in charge here? Who makes up these utterly stupid rules?
"I think we shuold impòse a playground running ban, Frank"
"Why is that, Bob?"
"No room in the emergency rooms to treat broken bones."
"Why is that , Bob?"
"Full of diabetics."

There, rant over.

Rocking by Maybe

It is deadly hot outside. The street is asleep. I brought back a copy of "Photoshop Creative" which has all sorts of interesting tutorials. Among the broken ladderback chairs in the attic I found a small box of coins and among them a medallion of Robespierre. There's got to be a huge story in there somewhere.
Welcome back faithful friends and viewers...all three of you. Drop me a line.

Coo Eee

Back home in one piece. Very pleased to have avoided the Unfayre Air queues by printing a boarding pass. Also pleased they didn't open my bag which was mainly full of antique buttons and some LP's featuring Segovia, John Williams and Julian Bream...and a set of Swiss moulds for making marzipan rabbits and parrots which I am vaguely wondering if I can use in soapmaking? Not that I have ever made soap but I have a book by...Melinda Coss.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Gourmet-Soaps-Made-Easy-Melinda/dp/1859746268/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1245247258&sr=1-3

And when you read that, you think hmmm...I would like to try that...and now I think it's time for tea because, although I was in a hailstorm in Britain two days ago, I am now in 35 degrees here. Crikey, nice to be home. I possibly will never have an excuse to go to Britain again. Never say never.