Tonight's photo: This is my "Postie" (postman). I don't know about you but I don't think the sign to the right of him is offering a good bargain.Well I'll be buggered. I have now won four Battles of The Blogs in a row. Not only that, but today also saw a record number of clicks on Google ads - seven!
I have taken a close look at recent content and I reckon I have worked out why the blog has suddenly jumped higher than a nudist sitting on a cold seat.
I am getting support from other, "Sound Of Music Victims."
Back in the days when you fell over in the playground and called for your mum instead of your lawyer, and brown paper packages tied up in string didn't necessitate a visit by the bomb squad, untold millions of kids donned in shoes that had been polished 15 times before lunch, were taken by the hand to see, The Sound Of Music.
"Don't be so silly, you will enjoy it," their mums assured them.
Just what made normally sensible women come to that conclusion is beyond me. Songs about Lonely Goatherds, and an irritating 16 going on 17 year old Austrian girl with an American accent, who looked older than my mum, held little appeal.
"What are we going to do about Maria?" the nuns asked. We kids could have told them!
Even at that age I was a bit sus as to why, "Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes," were one of a nuns favourite things. I was going to ask my mum about that, but as she had yet to recover from my asking why any little Dutch boy would want to stick his finger in a dyke, I decided against it.
If mums taking kids to see the movie wasn't bad enough - our school decided it would be educational to make the movie a school trip.
I used to like school trips. Not the boring places they always seemed to take us - the sort of place where you weren't allowed to do this, and weren't allowed to do that - I enjoyed the coach trip and the sing-song!
Ah, those were the days when the kids would sing, "Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to school we go, With a bucket and spade and a hand grenade..." and didn't really mean it!
That's it for tonight but just remember to -
Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow'
Till you find your dream
Of course if you're a teenager and you climb every mountain, ford every stream and follow every rainbow - you're mum and dad will complain you're never home!
Wherever you may be - be safe.
