Sunday, 27 September 2015

Too many chips?

On the surprise win of Wales vs England, I can not but look back on the match when Japan beats South Africa in the last few minutes? History seems to be repeating itself. Some say South Africa are now looking for a Japanese coach, more of a calming influence then actual coaching, how to control your temper and have the ability to think, difficult, under pressure, extremely. Some say the Stig is about to get envolved, I do see it all ending up in tears.
Enough about rugby, it seems to be all the rage so let's move on.
Robert went back to uni yesterday, this time to a rented house. Freedom always comes at a price, bills etc just some of his new responsibilities. Michael left last week for a few days but was back Thursday to get the rest of his things and leaves today. The house will be quite empty for a while and then it is Christmas.
Talking about the empty house, I do find old habits die hard as the saying goes, when it comes to my cooking. After a trip to Lyme Regis for the day, Susan and I decided fish, chips and salad was what we wanted for dinner. I prepared the fish and then opened the frozen chips packet, one hand full for me, one for Robert and one for Michael, Susan normally has new potatoes. Well I can always freeze the cooked chips for when they come home. Susan is missing the boys and is taking her feeling out on the carpets upstairs, well they did need a good cleaning but can the Dyson cope with what has gone before?
On a completely different subject, there are quite a few people who are looking for Jesus. Joan Beaz, Hayes Carl to name just a few. He actually sings a song with this chorus line.
She left me for Jesus and that just ain't fair
She says that He's perfect, how could I compare?
She says I should find Him and I'll know peace at last
If I ever find Jesus, I'm kicking His ass.
Bit over the top but being naturally curious I Googled it. Results showed there are loads of people named Jesus in Mexico but they are not the Mr Jesus Christ I am researching. So please, if anyone knows the address of Jesus please let me know and I will pass on the information. Maybe the Reverent Father of Middle Smiths has the answer?

When you're feeling unloved and unwanted, 
I will be here to tell you how very important you are.

Saturday, 5 September 2015

Gary has found Religion

Breaking news. Gary Smith of the Middle Smiths has found God and has joined this ancient cult. Here he is seen performing a wedding from his holy notes. The Lord is surely watching over this devoted proclaimer of peace and right. We can only marvel at the talent and righteous capacity for exploring the world of the devotees.
Gary is in training to cycle 120kms to spread the word and Daniel can now say with pride 'I am the son of a preacher man'. But wait you might say, he has gone to the dark side. That is true but in defence of the Right Reverent Gary Smith, it is only in the technology sphere of our universe. Adam and Eve ate the Apple but Gary only uses the technology to further enlighten the masses. All Hail the Preacher Man.  

Wedding and Things

This is a grand weekend for the Ge-org Smith's as their youngest son is to marry. The fattened calf has been slaughtered and the rest of South Africa has been invited. Gary and the Middle Smith family will be there as well as the Dickens from Australia. Mark is a doubtful but hoping to make this celebration of young love for this year. I do believe we will have a few more before I go to my resting place. 
Granny June will be there and will lighten the holiness of the celebrated day. Russell and Rene, the parents of Matthew will shed a tear.

Talking of Granny June, I cannot but remember the story of the father telling his son that when they went for a walk he always battled to keep up, always pressing on even though his little legs had to do twice the work. Now the father is stumbling behind his son trying to keep up. We must never forget that when that little boy struggled there was only one set of footprints in the sand, as his father carried him so the son will, hopefully, one day carry the father as he battles to keep up.
The first glimmer of autumn has crept on us quite silently, we, every hopeful of a sunny, warm day, we stopped looking at the day temperature, autumn is showing it's cooler head and the days are getting shorter, soon we will be celebrating Christmas, slow down Father Time, let us have the time to stand and stare.
We decided to have a BBQ as a farewell to summer and to catchup with some old friends. We spoke and remembered about everything and nothing, the old days when the children where small and now with them at university. We have but a short time to see them grow and the Cooks lived the same journey with us. 
In parting I was intrigued by Angela's Facebook image of Spur Restaurant and it made me think of where it may have come from and the answer is so simple. We have pubs.
Claudia and Alex will be with us shortly, must remember to get the Lego out and the books about Thomas the Tank Engine. Wash Sam and vacuum the carpet. Get a baby sitter and then take Claudia out for a quiet evening to catchup.