General Chat

I'm not ignoring anyone! Grrrr. Fine. My life is just one big invitation. Just get in the queue!

.............. and he ignores me..............:( .......... bye bye

I know when I'm not wanted

At least I think we have some tea somewhere - can always pop into neighbours if I can't find it.

I'll just put the kettle on then - tea or coffee?

HUH

Ok I give in. I'll come to Somerset and see Trish then off to Wiltshire. I don't know. The things I have to do eh. Tut

Hi Daniel - When Trish has tired of you, hop along to Wiltshire, you can visit the site of an infamous Victorian murder just a mile or two away and check out some natty headgear in the Costume Museum in Bath!

I'm not sad or depressed or anything! Just my online therapy group has gone all gloomy.

DANIEL!!! I put on a smile to everyone thread, and a following smiling who is your favourite comedian thread, I do a spread happiness and encouragement thread, I do a treading in footsteps thread, I add to names of towns, and the seven word thingy thread............ what else can I do???? I give up!! going out.......... might be back............ hunched shoulders :(

Hi Dan~~~~~ It's Ann~~~~~~ Come on up here and do my ironing if your Bored!!!!!

Things are only as bad as you want them to be Dan! *offers Dan one of her happy pills* LOL

Yep, the sun is shining lovely here AND we have a load of Harley Davisons riding around today.

This'll cheer me up. Death Sand Suffocation In the year 1909, a most shocking and gruesome discovery was made upon the picturesque sandhills of New Brighton. On the afternoon of January 13, Thomas Clarke of Wallasey Village and his six-year-old son, Reggie, set out for a quiet walk along the cliff. As they made their way across, Mr. Clarke noticed that the landscape had changed slightly, that the sand had moved. Reggie’s inquisitive gaze was caught by something yet more peculiar. He peered closer. Just over the cliff the boy could see something dark and unusual sticking out of the dune. After a few moments Reggie’s eyes were able to distinguish what the strange object was and immediately the youngster called out to his dad. “There’s a boys boot!” he exclaimed. The father and son carefully made their way down to the sandhills to get a better look. On closer inspection they found that Reggie was right; it was a shoe and it was in fact attached to a human leg. Mr. Clarke suddenly recalled the terrible article that he had read in the paper. Fourteen-year-old Alfred Kemp had recently gone missing from his home 36 Turret Road Liscard. He had learnt how Kemp had left his home on the previous Wednesday at about one-thirty with the intention of reading Walter Scott’s Quentin Durward at his leisure. However he had failed to return, creating the utmost alarm and leaving his family most distraught. Since then there had been numerous searches over many hours, including the gallant efforts of 500 of Baden Powell’s Boy Scouts, but none of these parties had yielded any results. “Could this be the missing child?” Thomas thought to himself. He told little Reggie to run across to the Wallasey Golf Club and ask for the police to be contacted on their telephone. Superintendent McHale and his team were soon on the spot and quickly began digging about the protruding limb. Eventually, they were able work their way through three foot of sand to recover the whole body. It was that of the missing boy. The manner in which his death was brought about was clear to all present. Alfred was lying stretched out on his right side, his left arm partially extended as if to ward off some impending danger. His cap sat on his head just as it did when he was alive, and in his pocket sat his favourite book. It seemed that the youth had taken to sitting at the base of the dune to shield himself from a particularly strong wind. These sorts of winds were known to often cause violent and sudden shifts in the sand and that a large amount must have fallen from the overhanging edge, burying the poor lad instantly. On January 18, an inquest was held by the West Cheshire Coroner, Mr. J. C. Bate. A jury returned a verdict of accidental death by asphyxiation and many heartfelt condolences were expressed to the Kemp family.

*slightly worried that dan thinks this is not the real world* *looks out of window to check*

Hey, there you go Dan, two invites to glorious Somerset! lol Vivienne xx

If your so bord may be you should find some work / revision / research to do or read a book!!

You know what I mean though. I come on here and all I see is woe. This place is supposed to distract me from the real world; it's turning out to be even worse in here than it is out there! *points shaking finger towards the window*

Hi Daniel, why not put up some of your short stories. I loved the one you posted the other day.---------or ---------------------------------- ------- you could come & cut my grass for me,been trying to get out there for the last couple of hours & can't seem to get my bum off the seat. Vivienne xx

Hi Dan, I have some ironing if you're bored. Or there's the gardening, the dinner to cook, the cleaning, the washing up after dinner.......... feel free to drop in. :-))))