A farmers toast!

Let the wealthy and great, Roll in splendour and state, I envy them not i declare it, I eat my own lamb, My chickens and ham, I shear my own fleece and i wear it, I have lawns,I have bowers, I have fruits,I have flowers, The lark is my morning alarmer, So joyful boy's now, Here's god speed the plough, Long life and success to the farmer!!

Monday, September 24, 2007

A day with Big brother..

Is he serious?? said Monty.

Today my younger big brother [confusing] i have 2 of them Elvis { A strong resemlence to the costello one in the eighties} who's 49, and boozer who i dont see very often who is 53 .
It's strange isn't it how The big brother who teased me relentlessly and frightened me with scary stories ,until i was a wreck, wetting the bed and pulling my hair out, {To be fair my dad and other brother did their fair share}....Can end up your best friend..
One of my earliest school memories is of elvis getting bullied and called names ! and me brand new to school attacking them and screaming for them to leave my brother alone.!! I also remember eating all the Leatherette of his coat collar, while i waited for his class to finish he wasn't amused.......I hated him through all my early teenage years, But now I love him to bits he's my partner in crime always up for one of my daft adventures, and always there to help if he's needed He's been a Great unkle ! {I just heard an owl " Wolf Whistle" outside weird} And the children adore him.....I remember after we lost mum he had his head shaved. He'd had a long plait for years and it suited him, Sorrel was in tears when she cut it off in public And i was but he raised £500 for cancer research And we were so proud..

Well today he arrived and we played.. he collected his "favourite" mushrooms yuk!
Then we started on the apples, They are huge this year, And then i had him blackberry picking..
But best of all he's not scared of spiders so i made him venture ito the stables to find a collection of old enamel "wee willy winky"candle holders which i last saw 12yrs ago when we renovated! needless to say he didnt find them or the top to my dresser....
We ate veggie bacon butties and chocolate and put the world to rights.

He met me part way when sorrel and i did part of the offas dyke walk, he got of the train like he was going on a 3 month trip to the Antarctic ! ! He struggled along the first day until we arrived at our camping site.. Then i examined his pack>>>>> i don't know where to begin it was hysterical. The obvious was the 5ft by 3 ft Roll of Axminster Carpet strapped across the top of his rucksack!!! His rucksack was ex army and was made of canvas and steel!! His long waxed barbour, A metal water bottle that weighed more empty than mine did full ! A pan a real hard bottomed family sized pan!! the mind boggles!! it gets better A four man canvas ex army tent weighing a ton, and a proper kettle [ you must remember i had cooking equipment with me ] A household box of matches a big cream box [ he couldnt find his lighter so he brought them instead] And wait for it....................... "SEVENTEEN SPOONS" it sounds like an episode of last of the summer wine i know................................Apparently he'd forgotten his tent pegs!! so he called into a junk shop and bought the spoons thinking they'd do, and i could use them for mobiles after, What a laugh he is mad..................... i made bin his pan and carpet and kettle......When we eventually got home we put his pack on the scales it weighed 6 stone... he'll never live it down...


  1. I always wanted a big brother and imagined he would look out for me - as yours does now - but didn't think about all the teasing etc!

  2. Me too, always wanted a big brother (ok, mainly so I could go out with his friends). And one who brings you spoons, lucky you!

  3. always wanted a brother..bigger or smaller...never got one. Just 3 strapping lumps of sons instead. Loved this blog Bodran ...laughed and laughed...which part of Offas dyke have you done? There's an awful lot of it...and a lot near here!

  4. The description of the camping equipment was hilarious! Seventeen spoons? At least you'll be able to put them to good use!

  5. He sounds a real character. I am really close to my brother too, after figthing like cat and dog as youngsters. His rucksack contents sound hilarious, but 10 out of 10 for effort I'd say. Good for you trying belly dancing classes!...and I hope you do make it up here one day, it would be lovely to catch up with you.

  6. I lovd this blog too and it made me laugh! How lucky you are to have a big brother. I can almost imagine him.

    warm wishes