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Oh bugger. 😏

Nobody believes I exist any way - cause you just made me up. 😉

Oh no, wildlife trusts take the manhandling of bats very seriously imagine what they would do if some one was tumshing around monching them.

There's a wildlife trust with a list and we're both on it - you do know that don't you. 😉

I think so but it's all subjective innit. That's a nice part of the country Sounds tasty.

There's a Disney movie in there some where. 🤣

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Return-Ommadawn-Mike-Oldfield/dp/B01N6E1TWG/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1541968421&sr=8-5&keywords=mike+oldfield

I like Tubular Bells but I prefer the return to Ommadawn to the first one. Funny you should say that I really did.

Not necessarily - just me not quite understanding what you meant. I suppose it's possibly not some thing that most people rush out to buy on CD 😉 but my grandfather was a bellringer so it was some thing that I grew up with but isn't done as much up here, I rather miss it. 🙂

Do you have a cunning plan to do away with your neighbours or something cause I'm not sure you should be putting antifreeze in your bread other wise. 😉

Mike, I was just wondering if there was any way to access this recording is it on YouTube or some where else - bearing in mind some of us don't have facebook. It would be really nice to hear. 😊

That is truly beautiful - Happy Birthday Grandma.

We Shall Remember Them The battle is over, The silence has come, The last shot has been fired, From the very last gun. The landscape is broken, The ground scarred and churned, Scored, charred and darkened, Where fires have burned. From this land of the dead, Grows a flower blood red, And the fallen shall not be forgotten Heather Foy For The Fallen With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain. Robert Laurence Binyon

I don't think you're making people uncomfortable but had your first post on the forum been more transparent about who you are and who you represent and what you actually want to achieve by being here then things might be going differently right now. You may have lost some trust points. 😉 But it still might work out.....

What you think or believe is entirely your prerogative and as I have said I don’t want to get into a debate about the difference in class or who did what well and who didn’t - it just feels disrespectful to me. However I am completely confused by your reference to going beating as a child, and why you seem to believe that that gives you some extraordinary insight that I might not have - because it really doesn’t. I won’t be replying to any more posts not necessarily because I don’t want to discuss this but because it feels disrespectful to those who fought for our country because whether 'we' like them or not they still fought and in all too many cases gave their lives and I will not belittle that.