A recruiting sergeant came this way
From an inn near town at the close of day.
|Don't panic shorty, he's after your missus!|
He said, "Young woman you're a fine embroidress
Would you like to sew along and be a Long Dog stitcher?"
Grandad - the grim recruiter!
I've been at the blog statistics again, I know I shouldn't as it only usually
upsets me but. as you know, my Grandad was a recruiting sergeant for the
Seaforth Highlanders so I'm genetically programmed to seek out
supporters at every possible opportunity.
I know you're out there taking anonymous little peeks at the blog
when you think I'm not looking - you show up on the hit counter,
unless of course Deborah has left her computer on again all
night and has racked up all those hits on her own!
Her lekkie bill must be astronomical.
But what really hurts is this ......
Seen here in all his glory relaxing with
(from l-r) Winnie, William, George & Meg
although perhaps Chris is under there somewhere!
...... that brilliant raconteur John Grey has, at the last count, got 800+ followers
and rising. It's my favourite blog and has sustained me through
some very dark hours of late. This is the second plug I've given him (may I be forgiven).
but see for yourselves http://disasterfilm.blogspot it's called Going Gently.
There's dogs galore, Bosoms (not quite what you're imagining),
a marriage in the offing, Aunty Glad, the flower show committee,
a hormonal turkey - what more could you ask?
I'll tell you - I ask that you sign up here, join in, take bloody part,
leave more comments, participate - I don't get out much so stroke me please,
fill my void (sounds rude), whatever turns you on really just so long as you
LONG DOG SAMPLERS NEEDS YOU!