Marty

Afternoon, bro. Me???

Greetings young, Albert! Give that better half of yours birthday wishes from me.

*Mental Note to Self* Think carefully before divulging any potentially embarrassing secrets to dugh.

Oh!!?? Who did that???

That rascal Albert started it. Waving his meat in front of our innocent clo...

Ma fée malefique, tu es incorrigible !!!

I think Albert will be preparing his meat for someone special tomorrow.... You do know whose birthday is tomorrow, bro?

Greeting, Gary.

It might not be that sort of 'meat' she is hoping for, though...

Greetings, young Albert!

Oh no... We had a class at Uni on cutting very thin sections for microscope work. The tutor was explaining that the blades are so sharp that you will not feel it. One of the students said “What? You mean like this?” As he ran his finger along the blade Cut right to the bone... blood everywhere... the good news is that he was the only one in the class that got injured that year. He taught a very important lesson What I remember most about that teacher was that he attended the same physiotherapy sessions that I was attending as a result of breaking my finger when playing rugby. The sessions were a couple of mornings a week just as school should have been starting, and hospital was a few miles from school. His injuries weren't that serious that he couldn't still drive his car, so he would always offer me a lift back to school at the end of the sessions. Of course I never took him up on the offer. I think he understood that, like any typical teenage schoolboy, I wanted to make the most of the opportunity of having a valid excuse to miss as much of the morning's lessons as I could.

Well worth the read.

Sleep well, bro.

True story: When I was still at school we had a new woodwork teacher who was showing a class what safety precautions they should take when using a circular saw. "Never put your hand on top of the piece of wood when you are feeding it towards the saw," he said, whilst doing exactly that. He severed the tops of three of his fingers.

Don't get that relaxed that you let them persuade you that it will be you doing all the work, bro...

It was indeed. Dryer than the past few days, even if not much warmer. Although i had a couple of Zoom meetings to attend, I still managed to assemble the bamboo trellis for this year's runner beans. I'll wait a few weeks for the soil to warm up a bit more before sowing the seeds at the base of the canes. I might sow a row of broad bean seeds tomorrow, and maybe even a row of early cropping peas. The next month should see the vegetable garden beginning to look as though it really is intended as a garden, rather than just a large expanse of bare soil.

I think that "sand" is what we would call a "five-o-clock" shadow in this part of the world.

Welcome, @foxkidsgayboy.

Pretty in pink.

Greetings, bro. All good in Garyland? Another drizzly day here. I'm thinking of maybe heading off doing a bit of shopping soon. Mainly fresh fruit, and a few other groceries.

Maybe put an alarm on your phone to remind you to, bro...?

Greeting, young Albert!

And probly the occasional haplogy...