Marty

G'morning, Bucket It's actually 1:33am here. Guess it's time for my beauty sleep. G'night, gang. Look after each other.

Hey, Xander

*Marty gives Page a friendly wave*

Hey, Gary!

I'm good as well, thanks.

The jam came out fine, thanks. I was worried it may not set too well, as raspberries are low in pectin. But I think the addition of a small amount of lemon juice at the start helped the setting process. (Jams are made using whole fruit, whereas jellies just use the strained fruit juice.)

Well, young Albert. How's your fine self today?

G'day, Xander.

And tomorrow, 2nd of May, 2019, will be David Beckham's 44th birthday.

Right gang! Places to go -- things to do -- people to see... Catch yous all later! Be good to each other, now.

Laundry day was Monday for me this week (although I didn't get it fully dry until yesterday). And I actually put up some of my writing here on GA yesterday. First new stuff from me for quite a while. Actually, it's something I wrote back in February, and have been sitting on since then, trying to add a bit more to the end of the chapter. I finally decided to just go with what I have, otherwise it may have never seen the light of day.

Hey right bakatya, Page! How's your good self?

I tend to only make it in small quantities. Largely because I like it that much that I don't want to tempt myself by having too many pots of it in the house at the same time (I'm type 2 diabetic, so have to limit my sugar intake). But if ever you're in my neighbourhood, you're welcome to try some.

You're sounding like a certain Mr Trump, who insisted he would jail his rival during some presidential election or other...

Gary! How the hell are ye? I'm in the middle of making raspberry jam. Which means there's now a bit more space available in my freezer.

Just thinking for future years... Are the trees too large for you to consider covering them with protective fleece to protect against frost damage?? http://www.haxnicksusa.com/fruit-tree-covers

Not much we can do about the weather, unfortunately. What fruit are you growing?

Doing okay, thanks. Busy - but that's better than sitting round twiddling my fingers with nothing to do How's yourself?

Hello, young Albert

'Jonni I think I've been dumped fml' That was what all that was in the text message I had just received. 'Not more drama in Sean's life?' was my immediate thought. I had dropped Sean off in Galway the previous evening outside the hotel where he had arranged to meet some guy that he had been chatting to online for the previous week or so. Over breakfast the next morning I'd found a video he had sent to my phone overnight, and assumed from the content that his date had gone well. I delete

Sean is a troubled young man. Some of the things he does might be considered to be not all that well thought out. At times all his family and friends, particularly his older friend, Johnny (the narrator of these fragments of Sean's life), can do is to be there for him, and help him to pick up the pieces when things go wrong. Even when, sometimes, Sean himself doesn't even seem to want to pick up the pieces.

We were about seventeen years old at the time. We were studying sciences for A-Level. So we were used to gathering and studying facts. I suspect that a large part of the reason we decided (by ourselves I should maybe mention - not because any of our teachers asked us to) to try our hands at writing poetry was to prove to ourselves (and to our other friends who were not studying science) that we could. And maybe also to try to disprove the suggestion that we were simply illiterate scientists (as opposed to our other friends, who we jokingly referred to as innumerate artists). And we didn't restrict ourselves to writing about Truth. We did try other ideas as well. I certainly remember a period when we tried our hands at Haiku. I do agree with most of what you say, though, @Geron Kees. Even if your use of the word snowflake near the end did make me smile.

Thanks, Parker!

Yea, I was able to watch it. And it certainly made me laugh! 😄 I can't resist asking, though... Is that actually true?

Maybe, @Lyssa... Or perhaps all I realised is the fact that there is no universal truth.