PLEASE don't forget - FEED THE BIRDS
(This is a bullfinch; isn't he handsome!)
In this blogposting…
* Old Thoughts from an Old Person
* Brenda’s Jokes
You have been warned….


Our next AGM will take place at 1100 this upcoming Thursday, 7 March.  I’ll be waiting in the inevitable sunshine outside Thornton’s at the monument end of Grainger Street.

This AGM’s a bit special.  Hildie won’t be able to join us until a little later so, if you want to arrive later too, nowt’s the bother.  I’ll be hanging around until she arrives, even if nobody else does!

So...see you at 1100 or thereabouts on Thursday.


There are quite a few viral emails doing the rounds about the hazards, pitfalls and ironies of growing old; to be honest, most of them are fairly predictable and almost not even worth ignoring.

This one caught my eye, though.  I’ve received it twice, which says a lot about what the people who email me think of me...

As I was lying in bed pondering the problems of the world, I rapidly realised that I don't really give a damn. It's the tortoise life for me.

After all
*  If walking is good for your health, the postman would be immortal.
*  A whale swims all day, eats only fish, drinks only water - and is very fat.
*  A rabbit runs and hops - and only lives for 15 years.
*  A tortoise doesn't run - or anything else, really - yet it lives for 450 years.
And you tell me to exercise??? I don't think so.

I'm retired. Go around me.

God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked, the good fortune to run into the people I
do like - and the eyesight to tell the difference.

Now that I'm older here's what I've discovered:
*  I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.
*  My wild oats have turned into prunes and all-bran.
*  Now that I’ve finally got my head together, my body is falling apart.
*  Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.
*  Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.
*  If all is not lost, where is it?
*  It is much easier to get older than it is to get wiser.
*  It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.
*  If God wanted me to touch my toes, he'd have put them on my knees.
*  These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter. . .I go somewhere to get something, and then wonder what I'm hereafter.
*  Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.

And remember...

The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.

That last thought could easily serve as one of our Honourable Company’s many mottoes.


Here are a couple of jokes that Brenda sent me.  So - don’t blame me!

A lawyer boarded a flight in Perth with a box of frozen crabs and asked a blonde stewardess to take care of them for him.

She took the box and promised to put it in the crew's refrigerator.

He advised her that he was holding her personally responsible for them staying frozen, mentioning in a very haughty manner that he was a lawyer, and proceeded to rant at her about what would happen if she let them thaw out.

Needless to say, she was annoyed by his behaviour.

Shortly before landing in Sydney, she used the intercom to announce to the entire cabin ‘Would the lawyer who gave me the crabs in Perth, please raise your hand?’

Not one hand went up ..... so she took them home and ate them.

There are two lessons here:
1 - Lawyers aren't as smart as they think they are.
2 - Blondes aren't as dumb as most folk think.

The local news station was interviewing an 80-year-old lady because she had just got married for the fourth time. 

The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 80, and then about her new husband's occupation.

‘He's a funeral director,’ she answered. 

‘Interesting,’ the newsman thought...

He then asked her if she wouldn't mind telling him a little about her first three husbands and what they did for a living. 

She paused for a few moments, needing time to reflect on all those years. 

After a short time, a smile came to her face and she answered proudly, explaining that she had first married a banker when she was in her 20's, then a circus ringmaster when in her 40's, and a preacher when in her 60's, and now - in her 80's - a funeral director.

The interviewer looked at her, quite astonished, and asked why she had married four men with such diverse careers.

(Wait for it)

She smiled and explained,

(Wait for it….)

‘I married one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go.’

Like I said - don’t blame me….


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1 comment:

Vivienne said...

Hi Folks!

I'm not sure if I can make it tomorrow as I have to attend a National Trust meeting in the morning. If I don't see you then I'll catch up with you soon. Enjoy!

Lots of love,
Vivienne xxx