tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post112699642093473344..comments2024-03-10T19:57:59.285+00:00Comments on Nelly's Garden: The Long DropNellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127593807897423842005-09-24T21:30:00.000+01:002005-09-24T21:30:00.000+01:00Great story Great CommentsI feel like I am watchin...Great story <BR/>Great Comments<BR/>I feel like I am watching a drama/play about a drama/play based on a book . . .<BR/>What a story.<BR/>Long drop. what a great phrase.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07700863117251260447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127226602201628172005-09-20T15:30:00.000+01:002005-09-20T15:30:00.000+01:00Right again. :)Right again. :)Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127223295459789442005-09-20T14:34:00.000+01:002005-09-20T14:34:00.000+01:00Now who in their right mind could be jealous of a ...Now who in their right mind could be jealous of a life where there is this much laughter, relaxation and general good spirits? Where even after a tiring row, all seems back to normal after a quick giggle?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127221368355357242005-09-20T14:02:00.000+01:002005-09-20T14:02:00.000+01:00It was even better than that. I wish, I really wis...It was even better than that. I wish, I really wish I'd had my camera. Off I tripped to the polytunnel and there he was curled up in a comfy chair (he keeps a selection of comfy chairs in his polytunnel for relazing in) fast, fast asleep. Poor thing was exhausted with the rowing too. I could hardly stop laughing. Laughter - best medicine as you know.Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127214779672143332005-09-20T12:12:00.000+01:002005-09-20T12:12:00.000+01:00Awww, aint it nice when there are happy endings. W...Awww, aint it nice when there are happy endings. We'll get Kerr to put some music to it, and there you have a great movie scene.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127213126602856892005-09-20T11:45:00.000+01:002005-09-20T11:45:00.000+01:00In theory I agree with you about such stuff not be...In theory I agree with you about such stuff not being for public consumption but sometimes I like to let folk know that not all is eternal sunshine at Nellybert's. Stops them getting too jealous of our happy, happy life.<BR/><BR/>And that bonkers/inconsiderate b. one is the same argyment we've been having for nearly 20 years. Anything can start it off. Yesterday's tipping point was me wondering what the funny smell in the house was. <BR/><BR/>In fact writing this town has made me feel like going out to the clematis fields and giving the silly man a hug.Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127207864665897782005-09-20T10:17:00.000+01:002005-09-20T10:17:00.000+01:00General row along the lines of "women = bonkers, m...General row along the lines of "women = bonkers, men = inconsiderate b*stards". Which I tend not to go into on the ol' blog, what it it being the first thing that comes up when you search for my name. Not that good for a real-life relationship to be played out in the public domain, methinks.<BR/><BR/>And the family of six is purely theoretical. Used as an example to illustrate the stupidity of the inital concept.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127206857575471352005-09-20T10:00:00.000+01:002005-09-20T10:00:00.000+01:00Ed - your weather report Weather: Sunny, pleasantB...Ed - your weather report <BR/><BR/>Weather: Sunny, pleasant<BR/><BR/>Bert: Taciturn, moody<BR/><BR/>Nelly: Long-suffering, resentful<BR/><BR/>Now what's all this about a row? I raced over to your blog to find out. Did you mean a row as in a rowing machine as found in gyms?<BR/><BR/>And where have you been hiding that family of six?Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127202537930936202005-09-20T08:48:00.000+01:002005-09-20T08:48:00.000+01:00Aye, but a good row, like a good thunderstorm, can...Aye, but a good row, like a good thunderstorm, can sometimes clear the air and make the next day much more pleasant.<BR/><BR/>'Course, the row I had last night seems to have cleared more than the air, but also the prospect of me going out for some time. Bugger.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127168076935884742005-09-19T23:14:00.000+01:002005-09-19T23:14:00.000+01:00Oh Ed the agility of your big man's brain is far t...Oh Ed the agility of your big man's brain is far too much for me to take in this evening.<BR/><BR/>Acting out the hate/love thing with Bertie Boy has left me quite overcome with exhaustion.<BR/><BR/>Rows are so tiring.Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127159781475453342005-09-19T20:56:00.000+01:002005-09-19T20:56:00.000+01:00Ah, but is it not said "Hate is not the opposite o...Ah, but is it not said "Hate is not the opposite of Love, they are but two sides of the same coin"; implying that the two sides of a coin are not opposite but part of a greater whole. Does this mean that this 'wrong' of which you speak is not the opposite of right, merely the compliment without which right is meaningless? <BR/><BR/>And, assuming that, does that mean that, as in coins, wrong get the interesting design, while right gets the head of some OAP?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127147410721603292005-09-19T17:30:00.000+01:002005-09-19T17:30:00.000+01:00You know when you have a coin and you notice there...You know when you have a coin and you notice there's two sides? Well right is like that too. Right has a flip side and that's called wrong. Some people say two wrongs don't make a right. But they're wrong. Then there are old-fashioned vinyl records. They have an 'a' side and a 'b' side. Neither side is wrong. Maybe you see life as a CD. Now that does have a wrong side. The side that doesn't play. You know when you go right. Well you can also go left... Oh help! Now I'm confused. Must keep taking the tablets.Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127146627611201642005-09-19T17:17:00.000+01:002005-09-19T17:17:00.000+01:00You mean that there's an alternative to being righ...You mean that there's an alternative to being right? What a curious concept. All this time, and I never knew...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127142668131561332005-09-19T16:11:00.000+01:002005-09-19T16:11:00.000+01:00My daughter the astute observer of social behaviou...My daughter the astute observer of social behaviour.<BR/><BR/>Right on all counts. You must meet Ed. He's always right too.Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127141966311694402005-09-19T15:59:00.000+01:002005-09-19T15:59:00.000+01:00I think The Wee would be one of them folk that get...I think The Wee would be one of them folk that gets put up for nomination in the BB house every week but the public would keep in 'cos he's entertaining. But the Wee would walk, after a day.hootchinhannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04400340898067889789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127127918338216792005-09-19T12:05:00.000+01:002005-09-19T12:05:00.000+01:00Big Brother! He'd be the first one out for sure.Big Brother! He'd be the first one out for sure.Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127127672017898352005-09-19T12:01:00.000+01:002005-09-19T12:01:00.000+01:00"I need a holiday""Really? Where do you want to go...<I>"I need a holiday"</I><BR/><BR/>"Really? Where do you want to go? The Costa del Provo? Maybe Florida?"<BR/><BR/><I>"Hell no, I'm thinking of purchasing a small South African village, complete with staff and dodgy sanitation arrangements."</I><BR/><BR/>I want to be a part of a conversation like that at some point. Or maybe just be a fly on the wall. Has the Wee Manny considered auditioning for Big Brother? These tales need to be shared with the nation.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127122623252279102005-09-19T10:37:00.000+01:002005-09-19T10:37:00.000+01:00Oh there's many a thing has happened to the Wee Ma...Oh there's many a thing has happened to the Wee Manny in his life so far. There was the time he was drummed out of the Parachute Regiment, the time he was Phil Lynott's joint roller, the time he was a groom to an eccentric old equestrian, nearly run over by a train, lived on a barge on Amsterdam, international drug-dealer, gigolo...<BR/><BR/>He forgets you see. Too much whiskey. But Nellyphant never forgets (his tall tales). The African village was true. I was there.Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127088311293501262005-09-19T01:05:00.000+01:002005-09-19T01:05:00.000+01:00that was very interesting, suprised i hadn't heard...that was very interesting, suprised i hadn't heard the wee manny mention any of it before.<BR/>mikeyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-1127063371737218112005-09-18T18:09:00.000+01:002005-09-18T18:09:00.000+01:00It was an very interesting afternoon and I'm glad ...It was an very interesting afternoon and I'm glad I had the opportunity. We were a bit off the beaten track for the typical white tourist.Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.com