Well done, Mark! The story is an all-time Russian dream. A lazy guy goes fishing, catches a magic pike, and gets his every wish granted, which enables him to continue being lazy and marry a princess.
Well that author is askew...???
Well done, Mark! The story is an all-time Russian dream. A lazy guy goes fishing, catches a magic pike, and gets his every wish granted, which enables him to continue being lazy and marry a princess.
Well heck... now I’ve got to utube that one
They must have stayed here in southern Ohio. Or the next state south. They were back early this year.The Robin is Michigan's state bird. We usually see them here in Florida during the winter. I didn't see one last winter.
Could be! Could be!Haaaaa. Luckily chicken is very cheap, 10-12 drum sticks for about $4.00. A crabcake dinner in here Maryland will run you $20.00. And not nearly as packed with crab as home made. (Plus, we reuse them many times over)
Wonder where your crabs were from? Possibly shipped up from @Moozillion ’s neck of the woods.
It is what it is. I always put off till tomorrow what should have been done last week. Or when I get to it. I have such cute little critters I get distracted easily.God! Hows my laundry doing? Hahaha
Well i guess i can wear these clothes for one more day lmaoIt is what it is. I always put off till tomorrow what should have been done last week. Or when I get to it. I have such cute little critters I get distracted easily.
Isn't it nice. I've never watched his videos either. I just like his songs but never really payed attention to the names of them. As it turns out I like a lot of them. If I'm not mistaken, I think he's from the UK.Wow... don’t know how I’ve never watched that video.. awesome..
That's what I'm going to suggest to my spoiled little 60 years + brother. If he dares to complain.Well i guess i can wear these clothes for one more day lmao
Have a great morning!
Serves me right for failing to visit you! Guten Appetit.
I’m mostly settled in. Looking for a full-time job, eventually. Freelancing might not be enough.
My new corner has lots of strange creatures too, of the kind I haven’t seen on the other side. The squirrels are black, the robins are fake (to paraphrase a more knowledgeable roommate), that kind of thing... [emoji23]
I thought it was some sort of thrush with those markings.
Not a robin redbreast like ours.
Oh sh.t! I think i just killed the leprechaun i just shook him a lil asking where the gold was smh so sensitive
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Can’t beat freshly caught Chesapeake Blue Crabs that turn into Crab Cakes for dinner (some calamari as a starter).
This is a long one, but stick with it.
My day started with the alarm going off at 07:30.
One hundred miles up the A26 motorway, heading for Calais, JoesDad suddenly says “Is the passport folder in the glove box?”
It wasn’t.
He’d left the folder on the roof of the car.
I rang the hotel, but they couldn’t find it in their car park - the receptionist was outside looking whilst talking to me on the phone.
Then a text from JoesDad’s Dad saying Reims Police had the folder and 2 passports. They’d rung the emergency contact number in the passports.
We headed back to Reims Police Station.
Yes only 2 passports out of 4 and they had clearly been run over several times. The police said they were picked up on the A344 (a major road) near J25 and we might spot the others. Thankfully I speak passable French because the police were lovely, but didn’t speak much English.
So, hazard flashers on, we retraced our route and there they were! Unfortunately 1 was in the central reservation (mine); the other we were able to pick up.
So next call was to the UK Foreign Office helpline who said that the UK Border Agency would probably let us through, but I might have to go to Paris tomorrow to get emergency documents.
So, we headed back to Eurotunnel Calais. Lunch was a quarter of a dried sausage, quarter of a nectarine and either a brioche bun or a pain au chocolat. Arrived late for our crossing. Got through French passport control with 3 bent passports and my driving licence and then ... UK Border Agency
The Border Force lady was brilliant. She gave me a form and we had to park in the “parking spaces of shame” (my words not hers) next to a British car with a baby that had no passport... it’s still there I think.
We filled in the form, were advised the damaged passports should be replaced and, obviously, mine too.
And now we’re on board a Eurotunnel train with our car, only just over 2 hours late so far. I am actually somewhere under the English Channel with an internet connection!
Thank goodness we live in Kent and don’t have a long journey the other side. Although the children must catch trains to their homes.
This is what happened last year [emoji1]