Logan
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- Location
- Redditch west midlands Worcester
- Hardiness zone
- 11a
Yes i know @TettersAnnie was talking about a place in America Logan. When the Americans landed in their ''new country'' they couldn't think of any good names for their new towns that they built, so they copied lots of our towns and called them the same. After that, they thought that they had named the towns, and that the English people were copying them. Now, a surprising number of them think that we speak bad English because we don't speak the same way as they do.
I reckon she was really quite fond of seeing you with her animals actually.@Tetters I suppose " telling a Porky" means telling a big fat lie ?
I did the same with my first job with "Uncle Tom". "How long have you been riding?," he asked. "Oh my Daddy got me a pony when I was 5, so, 8 years." (My Dad died when I was 2 !!)
In actuality it was my third time that day apart from sitting on the retired Draft horses one of our neighbors had on their farm. They were retired, as were the horses and I used to come to their farm, play with their Bulldog and Boxer dog, then eventually climbed up the fence in order to get onto their very kid friendly Belgian gelding. After a while he'd walk off to graze with me riding bareback. I was so brazen because the house window shades were always drawn and you never saw a car there.
After a few years of this I was at Lucky's Supermarket, a tiny little mostly bread and eggs store on the corner of my street when the lady in front of me at the checkout dropped a $5 bill out of her purse. I picked it up and said: " Excuse me, Ma'm you dropped this. " She looked at me and said: " Oh, I know you !! You're that little girl who's always playing with my dogs and riding my horses . "
I was never so mortified !! Caught in the act!!
At least she never did go and tell my mother !! I wouldn't have sat for a week if she had !!I reckon she was really quite fond of seeing you with her animals actually.
They just need a sign at the door: Visit your own loo before you come through.This is looking down from the tower of Long Sutton Church in Somerset. Had some work to do on the roof.
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We're looking at the Nave of the church, the 2 isles either side and then the North and South porch roofs.
During a funeral the North and South porch doors were both opened in case the devil followed the coffin in through the South door. He'd then go straight out the North door as the coffin turned and went towards the Chancel
With new health and safety rules requiring buildings open to the public to have toilets, a lot of churches are having to block up the North porches to put toilets in.
This means the Devil is in a lot of churches these days and can't get out
They just need a sign at the door: Visit your own loo before you come through.
No such rules like that in the States. Heck, church only lasts an hour.
The Chi-Rho (☧) is a Christian symbol that is made up of the first two letters of the Greek word for Christ, Christòs (ΧΡΙΣΤΟΣ), which are chi (Χ) and rho (Ρ):
That is very cool !! Did the archaeology team come out and start a dig?On another job on Topsham Church in Devon, we had to build a new doorway in a Victorian extension of the church. This had been built over the graveyard and one of the first things we dug up was a human pelvis.
This was slightly more interesting though, on the underside of a slab of stone we found these letters carved...
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That is very cool !! Did the archaeology team come out and start a dig?
Aww, that's so sweet that you tend to his graveBeen looking around the internet and rounding up some of my old photos of Churches that I've worked on
This one is in Dorset. Whitchurch Canonicorum.
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I did some re plastering after the roof had leaked and blew all the plaster in the corner of the South Isle. This is it after painting with soft distemper.
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The Architect said if he hadn't known that all the plaster had been stripped off, he would have thought that it was original plaster
In the churchyard is the grave of Georgi Markov. The Bulgarian writer, broadcaster and playwrite who was murdered by the secret police using ricin. I've always felt a connection to him as he was murdered on my 16th birthday (I still remember that day). He was only 49.
When I moved to Dorset I tended his grave whenever was able.
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Aww, that's so sweet that you tend to his grave
Annie was talking about a place in America Logan. When the Americans landed in their ''new country'' they couldn't think of any good names for their new towns that they built, so they copied lots of our towns and called them the same. After that, they thought that they had named the towns, and that the English people were copying them. Now, a surprising number of them think that we speak bad English because we don't speak the same way as they do.