Hello to you dear member of DraytonCitz and I trust you and your family and friends
are well and surviving this Pandemic situation with typical true British Grit! Ooh it
does hurt to get too gritty these days! I call it the ‘Pandi’ – helps make it a bit more
‘cuddly’ – what do you think?
Well who would have guessed 12 months ago this is how we would be living this
year? So I want to hear from you what has been
for you personally? What
has really changed for you and seems it will always be that way now?
I know we all have to wear face masks and wash our hands, but what are you doing
that is totally ‘alien’ to your former way of life or thinking?
Naturally we can’t be meeting in the village Hall for many a month yet, but we must
keep in touch and we hope our wee chats over the phone have helped you in some
way to know we are – ‘still here Mother’!
Penny has a line-up of speakers for us as and when we can get back together.
TEETHING TROUBLES due to the PANDI…. and I lose by a Nose
I had to go to the Dentist the other day – Hygienists actually and they were very up-
tight, perhaps it was me giving off bad-vibes? Anyway they were so masked-up and
shielded it reminded me of Christmas, the Christ child and swaddling clothes! Of
course I don’t wear my hearing aids to the dentist as the drill drives you deaf if I cant
take the aids out – so could I hear what she was saying – could I heck! Got told-off for
letting the glasses slip-off – well you all know the size of my nose, so politely told
them that their glasses were not made for my hooter! The Assistant was particularly
‘orff’ and did not get in very close to suck out the water from my throat, she said
there was just clean water coming off the drill so I was re-assured there. Was told to
put my hand up if I needed attention, well started drowning in this water in my
throat and I definitely wasn’t waving I was really ‘Drowning’! Up goes my hand and
gets caught-up in all the paraphernalia of dentists protuberances (she was some big
gal!). Sat up and coughed-out the waters and the Assistant told me not to do that!
Well I said you just told me its clean water so what’s wrong with giving some back?
That didn’t go down so well I could tell…. Explained to them that I breath mostly
through my mouth as my giant hooter doesn’t give me enough air-space, now
wouldn’t you have guessed that???!!! Anyway job done and bill paid and nil Pandi
picked-up after having had my mouth so penetrated by all those unseen ‘bugs’.
I think I’ll hang a sign around me next time I visit saying – ‘Nil by Nose’!
Liz includes a story from her childhood days….
A wartime story from the farm
We farmed in Gloucestershire, mainly dairy but as with most farms, some pigs,
ducks, geese and hens.
During the war there was the usual bartering with neighbours for eggs, butter and
A few miles away there was an American army camp and they would sometimes be
seen in the village in their jeeps. One day one drove up the track to the farm asking if
we had any spare milk, butter, cream, eggs or anything else fresh that they could buy
as they were short of those things.
We had a car but petrol was severely rationed so Dad, jokingly, suggested swapping
his goods for a can of petrol. Off they went and a few days later reappeared with a
jerry can full of petrol which was then exchanged for butter, milk etc. On their next
visit they came again with another can of petrol. Dad had the empty can ready for
them to take back to the base. They refused saying that questions would be asked if
they took back an empty can so could he dispose of it on the farm? This arrangement
went on for the rest of the war and for years after we had moved to another farm,
rusty old US army jerry cans were being dug up in the fields and hedges of the farm!
Let Us All Stop the Abuse
The abuse is hurled about all over the Planet
Cars ‘litter’ all our world without any care of it
Ships from far-away bring over our ‘stuff’,
But who cares what abuse they do puff?
Planes slice through air so once pristine and clean
Now all I see is shady, with trails where they’ve been.
Power is created by a burning of our very foundation
Coal, wood, peat, oil, gases – all for our satisfaction
Water is so over-used and much abused it gets ‘sanitized’
Added chemicals make it ‘safe’, but wholly compromised.
So now we are ‘stopped’ can we take just a moment
To think about Your Earth home; Your very own Planet
So lets make the effort, each Sunday evening at eight
To all come out and clap for our healthy Planet – before its too late….
John Highnam 3rd May 2020 (yes the 1st locked-in)
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