Posted: 08/09/2016 at 13:14
P.P. ever thought of selling peat. Love a well turned ankle "J" it was those that turned my gay carefree bachelor days into a happily married life. Batting my angry way through the smoke filled crowded dance hall after a battle with my then or so I thought girl friend, I spotted a beautiful pair of legs ending in perfect ankles, her back to me so a tap on the shoulder, "care to dance" a yes and never parted again until she was taken from me by illness four years ago. Luckily for me the rest of her matched the ankles and she could dance,things could have been different. It was also lucky in that she did not have a boyfriend, liked me and the way I danced as she had also danced since she was very young. How events can change your life.
Verdun with our Bowling club it was all hands on deck, I was treasurer and also on the committee, the groundsman we had was lackluster and not making a good job of it so we decided we would look after the lawns for the rest of the bowling period until we got a new man. That turned into over twenty years of do it yourself, we were regularly congratulated on the standard of the sward, it was only when Joan took ill I packed it up. We had many experts in from grounds around the area and each gave differing advice so we worked out over many cups of tea in the greens cabin how best to do the job and trying to do it the cheapest way was soon out of the window. I was a good treasurer we had money so bought the best, our machines were old but kept in tip top condition by the mechanics among us, it all showed in the number of trophies we won. Many local firms held annual events on our lawns watched by us lawn keepers gritting our teeth at the way some of the woods were sent down. I had a gentle word in the ears of those who tried putting dents in our level greens. Any lawn even P.P.'s need loving care though she could try putting out some fish traps.