Starting from number eleven. there are five new photographs on the Photo Page.
Lots of great photographs have been sent in the past few days.
As you are short of photos ,thought you might be able to use these, they were taken in Hong Kong. They dry out every single bit of a fish, the smell was, well, different!!! Rose W’canton
I mentioned a while ago about my late cousin being an amateur photographer. Here are 3 of her photos I found will send some more in at a later date. sue.
Elsie sent this in.
The THREE BEARS story updated!
A far more accurate account of the events of that fateful morning…
Baby Bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table. He looks into his small bowl. It is empty. ‘Who’s been eating my porridge?!?’ he squeaks.
Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his big bowl and it is also empty. ‘Who’s been eating my porridge?!?’ he roars.
Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch
from the kitchen and yells,
‘For God’s sake, how many times do I have to go through this with you two idiots?’
She continues:
‘It was Mummy Bear who got up first.
It was Mummy Bear who woke everyone in the house.
It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee.
It was Mummy Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and then put everything away.
It was Mummy Bear who swept the floor in the kitchen.
It was Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper and croissants.
It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table.’ She sighs, and continues:
‘It was Mummy Bear who walked the bloody dog, cleaned the damn cat’s litter tray, gave them both their food, and refilled their water.
‘And NOW that you’ve BOTH decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs and grace Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence,
… listen carefully …
because I’m ONLY going to say this ONCE…
‘I HAVEN’T HAD THE TIME TO MAKE YOUR
******* PORRIDGE YET!!!’