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John,
It's Bangor eye as in eyebrow , but eye said very quickly..
Take heed of Suzanne's words
she's a wise lady, and very tired after that long trip ;-)

Well,nice to see you all getting on... Never mind me then, I've gotta walk home having 'lost' my initially 'borrowed' car ;-), had the mee-mah reclaimed, ddraig's gone 'ome :-( , and my onsie is so wet the feet are some 15 inches long now - look like Coco the Clown.

But don't you worry about me, oh no. I'm trained I is, I can do this, no problem - Brecon is in sight, not far now...........gasp :-(

Bis morgen !!

x

Coming for you in my Rolls Canardly. MrD. Going home through Brecon myself :-D :-D

We are not getting on well!!! Sue Sprout has just abandoned thread, Suzanne has just called me an English woman living in Wales. And shy Hayley has only come on because I said she was young. Even that won't stop her giving me a kicking :-( :-( :-(

Come on Major Daff..........
quick left,right left.

no!!!!! your'e not suposed to grab a ride on a sheep.




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john

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John~
Check it out

Suzanne said ' If she was an English Woman living in Wales who could take the pi*s why can't you ? She didn't call you a woman FGS

Sorry if it;s not word for word I didn't C&P.

Sue is probably knackered from lack of sleep and pain.

Not sure about Hayley .can't go back a page without loosing the the thread..too many tabs open and too tired myself.

Chill out it's nearly the weekend.!

oh MCDAFF

SO SORRY I MISSED YOU,BUT PEOPLE IN ONSIE"S ARE QUITE COMMON AROUND HOLYHEAD ,

I WAS RATHER SURPRISED TO SEE A LARGE MOUNTAIN GOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD LEADING UP TO PWLLHELI ,DRESSED ON A ROBE AND RED FRILLY KNICKS,NOT A SIGHT YOU SEE IN HOLYHEAD ON A REGULAR BASIS.
UNLIKE THE ONSIE,THAT WE SEE IN MORRISONS ALL THE TIME. :-D

Errr Do you think that maybe John was joking?

IM TALKING TO MCDAFF NOT JOHN

I KNOW JOHN JOKING,WE ALL ARE ARNT WE??? :-D :-D :-D :-D

I don't know....are we? :-D

Suzanne. What is you know who wearing in Morrisons? You know, him and her. Bow, scrape. :-S :-S

Susan with. I never joke about goats in ceremonial dress and red frilly things that have detached themselves. ;-) Serious business crossing the Menai Straits without thermals at this time of year. Makes even the mussels wither in their beds.

Allan if you look in again me is ~~~~~~~ to you :-D

WHERE ARE YOU SPROUT????

ITS EXHAUSTING TRYING TO BE FUNNY AND KEEP THIS THREAD ALIVE,

FUNNY DOES NOT COME NATURALLY TO ME,

IVE LIVED IN WALES FOR 40YRS

THEY DONT DO FUNNY IN WALES :-D :-D :-D :-D

Sue is probably sleeping, or trying to catch up on it , and knackered from pain !
She'll catch up...perhaps even halfway thro the night ;-)

Hi Diane~~~~~~~~ing back :-D

Happy New Year to you :-)

HAPPY NEW YR ALLAN

SORRY TO BUTT IN :-D :-D

And to you Suzanne :-)

You seem to be flitting around the threads like a Gadfly :-D

*crawls on all fours onto thread at silly o bloody clock*

Can't I trust you lot to amuse each other for a couple of hours?

I was recovering from MrDaff sending me miles the wrong way looking for a blasted car. Turning 180 degrees as ordered and I ended up near a farmhouse that was still standing.

I timidly knocked on the huge oak door (mildy thinking that if nobody lived there a quick trip over the weekend would secure us a posher entrance than the plastic job we have now).

No such luck, the door creaked open inwards and I was faced with a ruddy cheeked farmer type with a hunk of caws in one hand and a scared looking sheep on a lead in the other.

Beth? he grunted, obviously not a man of many words. I hesitated should I address him in Welsh, English, Wenglish or scouse?

I decided it might be in my best interests to use sign language ;-) apparently I got a couple of words wrong. He said something in North Walian and held his hand out.

I crossed his palm with a fiver, he grunted and disappeared.

A couple of minutes later he reappeared without caws but with something wrapped in greaseproof paper. Then he and the, by now visibly quaking sheep disappeared after he slammed shut the heavy door. All I was left with was the very gruff sound of the word 'cariad' being repeated over and over followed by 'bleating'. I did the decent thing and stopped eavesdropping.

Quite put the wind up me it did. I haven't yet plucked up the courage to look inside the greaseproof packet.

I saw an oncoming car in the distance, 5 minutes later a battered landrover with no windscreen slowed down. Well it had to, I was stood in the middle of the road waving like a runway mechanic without the bats.

He didn't bother winding down the side window, no point when I was face to face with him curtesy of the non existent windscreen. Beth? he said. I didn't want to end up paying good money for another bloody surprise so I decided to act like a tourist.

Err. hello I shouted (in case he was deaf) Me (points at chest) go to (points down road) Orange A on the mapio boyo and gave him my best grin.

Well......................................................................................he looked at me like I was a nutter, engaged first gear with a crunch and said something I can't repeat. I can't repeat it because it sounded like he had a bad case of llanitis and if the windscreen had been there it would have been splattered with spit.

Anyway, after bloody walking for miles I found the orange A and climbed back out of the map and arrived back in my armchair.

I have put the greaseproof package in a bucket of water at the top of the garden to be dealt with tomorrow.

Now I must sleep because all that excitement has me frazzled.

And you lot were moaning about silly underwear and socks!

I despair again.

Total admiration, Sue. No wonder this thread is so long. Duty far and beyond the call of duty.

I know the farm. He is a friendly chap called Dafydd ab Euryn. Dai Pipi-yn y-Gwely is nickname in those parts.

Caws, for those who have not got a dictionary, is "sweetbreads". You have them on toast and it is called Welsh rarebit ;-)