Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
I enjoyed reading Julie Walters autobiography. Then it was on to 'The White Masai', how ever did it become a best seller! Next came Judy Cassab bio by Brenda Niall but I only got through to page 79 when I decided to leave it 'till later (I will get back to it, just wanted to read a simple novel!). So now it gives me a chance to sit in the sun and escape to Cornwall for a while, nice!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Nests, nuts & feathers found in a garden.
Post inspired by Hey Harriet.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Read some books?
Maybe this is how the rest of the world see Australia.
So what have I decided to do? Make bread by pushing a few buttons, put the car in the sun ('cause the wind is cold and so is the house) and read the book I keep forgetting to read.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Married Sarah Stone about 1818 don't know where yet. They had eight children that I know of.
He died 2nd March 1869 in Weymouth (no idea what he was doing there!) and by the looks of it didn't leave much in the way of any 'Effects' for the family. He is buried at St. Mary's Church, Northolt as were most of the children wherever they died. His wife Sarah died in 1844.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Monday, August 09, 2010
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Friday, August 06, 2010
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Economic Stimulus Package
It's a slow day in a dusty little Australian town. The sun is beating down and the streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit.
On this particular day, a rich tourist from down south is driving through town , stops at the local motel and lays a $100 bill on the desk saying he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one to spend the night in.
The owner gives him keys to a few rooms and as soon as the man walks upstairs, the owner grabs the $100 bill and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher.
The butcher takes the $100 and runs down the street to repay his debt to the pig farmer.
The pig farmer takes the $100 and heads off to pay his bill at the supplier of feed and fuel.
The guy at the Farmer's Co-op takes the $100 and runs to pay his drinks bill at the local pub.
The publican slips the money along to the local prostitute drinking at the bar , who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer him "services" on credit.
The hooker rushes to the motel and pays off her room bill to the motel owner with the $100.
The motel proprietor then places the $100 back on the counter so the rich traveller will not suspect anything.
At that moment the traveller comes down the stairs, picks up the $100 bill, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, pockets the money, and leaves town.
No one produced anything. No one earned anything.
However, the whole town is now out of debt and looking to the future with a lot more optimism.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the Australian Government's stimulus package works!!!
Monday, August 02, 2010
Sunday, August 01, 2010
Almost finished 'The House by the Thames' by Gillian Tindall. Thoroughly enjoying the history of a house on the South bank of the Thames opposite St Paul’s, the history of the area and residents of the house throughout the centuries. I'm also looking again at the book about 'Northolt', magnifying glass to pinpoint the farm where my grandad was born.