Ive been walking up there Gra and how sad to think of doing it for a final time - when do they start ruining the landscape then? - how long we got left to enjoy the beauty? Yep, we can try to get a walk in sometime before the wreckers come along
Far away in the tropical waters of the Caribbean, two prawns were swimming around in the sea - one called Justin and the other called Christian.
The prawns were constantly being harassed and threatened by sharks that inhabited the area.
Finally one day Justin said to Christian, "I'm fed up with being a prawn, I wish I was a shark, then I wouldn't have any worries about being eaten."
A large mysterious cod appeared and said, "Your wish is granted" and lo and behold, Justin turned into a shark.
Horrified, Christian immediately swam away, afraid of being eaten by his old mate.
Time passed (as it invariably does) and Justin found life as a shark boring and lonely. All his old mates simply swam away whenever he came close to them.
Justin didn't realise that his new menacing appearance was the cause of his sad plight.
While swimming alone one day he saw the mysterious cod again and he thought perhaps the mysterious fish could change him back into a prawn.
He approached the cod and begged to be changed back, and, lo and behold, he found himself turned back into a prawn.
With tears of joy in his tiny little eyes Justin swam back to his friends and bought them all a cocktail. (The punch line does not involve a prawn cocktail - it's much worse).
Looking around the gathering at the reef he realised he couldn't see his old pal. "Where's Christian?" he asked. "He's at home, still distraught that his best friend changed sides to the enemy & became a shark", came the reply.
Eager to put things right again and end the mutual pain and torture, he set off to Christian's abode. As he opened the coral gate memories came flooding back.
He banged on the door and shouted, "It's me, Justin, your old friend, come out and see me again."
Christian replied, "No way man, you'll eat me. You're now a shark, the enemy, and I'll not be tricked into being your dinner."
Justin cried back "No, I'm not. That was the old me. I've changed.........
I only ever passed through Dublin before, I flew in, went down to Cork then the next day right up to the Giants Causeway and this was all in a friday/monday weekend - got into Belfast on Sunday night for a Jackson Browne concert - this was with my daughter - a brilliant weekend we both had too - just thought Id say................
yep, sometimes a hug could just do so much good, I know exactly what you mean - I got a little dog this year and agree, it really helps to have them to natter to - so heres some hugs from me n Maxie
aww, thanks everyone - I had left this one sinking like a lead balloon and gone off to do other things
There are so many things so much more worthy of our time than a bit of dust
My aunties used to do the washing on a monday, ironing on a tuesday - and all that sort of stuff - if anything disturbed the routine you'd have thought a bomb had dropped - I swore Id never be that way and that the kids and friends would always be so much more important
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better To paint a picture, or write a letter; Bake a cake, or plant a seed; Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time, with rivers to swim, and mountains to climb; Music to hear, and books to read; Friends to cherish, and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair; A flutter of snow, a shower of rain, This day will not come round again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind, Old age will come and it's not kind. And when you go (and go you must) You, yourself, will make more dust.
Remember, a house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture ........... just dont put the date on
once, at a party Tiffanie, I came into the conversation my ex was having with somebody - he was bragging about his automatic washing machine, dishwasher and brilliant cook - he then said "here she is, meet Trish"
Hiya Babs what are you like - i feel almost ashamed to admit it here but i actually have an electric screwdriver, and a saw and a sander - have put shelves up and all sorts - I will give me a cheers thingsy i think
RE: The most beautiful things are untouchable
I wish I could put a pair of strong, loving arms around myself sometimes