Black Poplar Falls

It snowed all day today. Snowed Black Poplar tree cotton. The air was thick with the stuff.

What we needed was a strong South Westerly wind to blow the cotton away from us. What we got was a gentle breeze from the North so the white stuff filled the garden and the house. I'll have to get the tree out and the diggers in and build a development called Black Poplar Falls so that people remember what it used to be like in the old days.

I'll try to explain. Every day I used to pass by a field with horses in it. Nice little field, green grass, daisies and all that natural stuff. Horses were nice too, standing there chewing away, big eyes staring out as I went past.

One morning the horses had gone. Next day the diggers moved in and the grass disappeared. Six months later there was a development there. Cramped houses you could just about squeeze between if you turned sideways on. They named the development Lark Rise. Lark Rise - so that people would remember what it used to be like in the old days. My tree's staying put.

One of the boys came to visit for a couple of hours. First and second stop, the bathroom! We have that effect on people who visit.

When I first met him he was very small and about as house trained as a new puppy. He's bigger now and has bathroom skills. If he reads this he will probably never visit again.

If anyone is interested in taking him off our hands, feel free to contact me through the usual channels. He's a fairly recent model and has relatively few miles on the clock.

Buck Nekkid Appeal

I would point out that the Buck Nekkid Appeal is still very much alive. What's the matter with you people?