General Chat

Thank you, Woody. I shall read this tomorrow with fond memories of Posh.

I'd forgotten this! Thanks, Joy...

I keep mislaying this :-S

Sorry things aren't so good, Posh. Thinking of you. x

Hi Fiona...Good to see you too. I am having problems with my Kidney at the moment...It seems to be trying to fail...off for a scan tomorrow. xx

It's lovely to 'see' you again Posh :-) :-) :-) I hope that you are well?

Hi Joy, I was just thinking about you...I hope you are well.

I had forgotten about this thread...I have sooo many uninteresting things to post too. :-)

I haven't been around for ages...

Talking about rain, as we were last month, it did rain on St Swithun's Day.

Indeed ;-) :-D :-)

I always think of Jean when I log on to this site - and when it get really slow I think of what she would have said about it! ;-)

It was in France, and rain did stop play briefly :)

This is the slowest site that I know :-( and sometimes I wonder why I keep going here, and other times I think of the people with whom I have made friends here, including dear Jean.

I didn't realise that it was that time of year already; but the rain should reminded me :-)

Anyone enjoy the tennis today?

I can't stay long - keep getting signed out :-(

Spooky stuff Joy, I thought of that poem. I remember learning bits of that when I was in the second from at school!

'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:-
'Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,' he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

Now if I had any interest in football I'd say 'Well done Peterborough'. But, I don't, so I won't.

POSH won, today

6-0

Hello, hello turn your radio on
Is there anybody out there?
Help me sing my song
La la la life is a strange thing
Just when you think you've learned how to use it
It's gone.

Hello - is there anyone there?

Thanks Joy ~ Kentish Maid. That's logically correct.