Dramatis personae:
My late second husband, Lovely Tim or LT, who died in September 2021
My late husband, the Sage, aka Russell, who died in August 2014.
My children: Dearest daughter Weeza, who has London Ways, is married to Phil. Their children are Zerlina Buttercup and Augustus Bufo. Elder son - Al X, is married to Dilly. Their children are Squiffany Virgilia, Maximus Pugsley and Hadrian Swallow. Younger son - Ro and his ex-wife Dora share two darling children, Rufus Russell and Perdita Hedera.
Big Sister: Wink, who lives next door
My cat Eloise, a black tortoiseshell half-Ragdoll.
Bantams live in the garden and cats live in the barns but we feed them and they have ambitions to be pets too. Cows come to visit in the summer. Mostly, they stay in the fields. None of them has got a hoof in the door yet, but it's only a matter of time.
Updating takes too much memory, sorry - but then I'm not very young any more, so am hanging on to the memory I've got. Please don't look for any significance in the order - I'm not drunk but I am disorderly.
If you're looking for your name here and don't see it, I do read your blog but you haven't left a comment here yet - if I put down all the blogs I read, we'd both be here all night.
Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
You must have started early today…..
A venture that a magnum was involved, and not the kind that melts.
And I forgot Happy Birthday Sage from one of your legion of fans…..bottoms up.
What? That wasn’t me singing, you know.
Mind you, I did have a modest swig of communion wine.
That is quite an accent. A friend was saying her mother can’t understand what the actors are saying on many of the English shows such as Rumpole and East Enders. We are in the U.S. I advised she put the captioning option on so her mom can read what they are saying. Happy Birthday Mr. Sage!
I am sure that you would sound better than that….even after a few G&T’s.
Many Happy Returns to The Sage.
cheers to the man, the myth, the legend.
Not many people have a true Norfolk accent like that any more. I remember, when I first came to live in Lowestoft, not understanding our gardener.
Martin, I will never be as good as the divine Postie, but thank you very much for the compliment.
And cheers to you, Steg and Jen.
BTW, Dew Yar Far Keep a Dickie? means Does your father own a donkey?
What a funny old song – it made me giggle – even though I hardly understood it.
He was all the rage back in the 60s, Wendz. You don’t wonder, now, that I have him listed in my favourites.
Happy Birthday to Sage!!
That Norfolk accent is so difficult to do as we discovered in our production of ‘Roots’ (Arnold Wesker)