Time to Connect…

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7 Responses to Time to Connect…

  1. westwolds says:

    Lockdown Thoughts – thinking the unthinkable

    What are we prepared to do for the greater good? Would we be prepared to die to save our Country? Every year 17,000 people die in the UK from flu and this seems to be acceptable so is there a figure we would accept for Covid-19? If so where would we draw the line? Would we accept 50,000 additional deaths (already close to that)? Or maybe 100,000? Or 200,000? Is there an acceptable death rate so that we could carry on doing what we’ve always done?

  2. Linda Brighton says:


    Why don’t actors open their curtains in the morning?

    So they have something to do in the afternoon!

  3. Terry Francis says:

    A poem for the times

    I’m normally a social girl
    I love to meet my mates
    But lately with the virus here
    We can’t go out the gates.

    You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now
    We need to stay inside
    If they haven’t seen us for a while
    They’ll think we’ve upped and died.

    They’ll never know the things we did
    Before we got this old
    There wasn’t any Facebook
    So not everything was told.

    We may seem sweet old ladies Who would never be uncouth
    But we grew up in the 60s –
    If you only knew the truth!

    There was sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
    The pill and miniskirts
    We smoked, we drank, we partied
    And were quite outrageous flirts.

    Then we settled down, got married
    And turned into someone’s mum,
    Somebody’s wife, then nana,
    Who on earth did we become?

    We didn’t mind the change of pace
    Because our lives were full But to bury us before we’re dead
    Is like a red rag to a bull!

    So here you find me stuck inside
    For 4 weeks, maybe more
    I finally found myself again
    Then I had to close the door!

    It didnt really bother me
    I’d while away the hour
    I’d bake for all the family
    But I’ve got no bloody flour!

    Now Netflix is just wonderful
    I like a gutsy thriller
    I’m swooning over Idris
    Or some random sexy killer.

    At least I’ve got a stash of booze
    For when I’m being idle
    There’s wine and whiskey, even gin
    If I’m feeling suicidal!

    So let’s all drink to lockdown
    To recovery and health
    And hope this bloody virus
    Doesn’t decimate our wealth.

    We’ll all get through the crisis
    And be back to join our mates
    Just hoping I’m not far too wide
    To fit through the flaming gates.

  4. Terry Francis says:

    A Poem from Gillian Anderton

    The Constipated Camel

    Once there was a camel, who was tall and very strong,
    But he had very bad breath, and oh boy did it pong.
    Abdul fed him once a day, with such a load of rubbish,
    Black pudding, beans and cat food, it made him very sluggish.
    So a diet of dates and coconut milk was carefully calculated,
    But it made him belch and gave him wind, and then he was constipated.
    He wandered one day into the Hareem,
    when Salomé came in she let out a scream.
    Then Mustapha Cupatee appeared on the scene,
    and shouted aloud a dreadful blaspheme.
    The Camel was sent, the very next day,
    Into the desert, far, far away.
    This put Abdul the slave in a terrible flap,
    But what did he expect after feeding it crap!
    So Abdul beware, make sure the camels are well fed –
    Or like John the Baptist, you’ll be loosing your head! – (and other bits!)

  5. westwolds says:

    Joke of the day:
    Heard a Dr. on TV saying in this time of Coronavirus staying at home we should focus on inner peace. To achieve this we should always finish things we start and we all could use more calm in our lives. I looked through my house to find things I’d started and hadn’t finished, so I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, tha mainder of Valiumun srciptuns, an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how feckin fablus I feel rite now. Sned this to all who need inner piss. An telum u luvum. And two hash yer wands, stafe day avrybobby!!!

  6. westwolds says:

    Today I had my first virtual personal trainer gym session. Tracey my PT was in her kitchen with weights, steps and kettlebell where as I was in my living area with a log basket weighing 13Kg and two 8Kg containers of salt for my water softener. At the peak of the exercise routine, motivated by Tracey my heart rate was at 141 Bpm, I was breathless and quite steamy. I don’t need to go out to have a workout and I will be following a similar routine, unsupervised, on Friday morning. Not sure what will kill me first – Covid19 or the exercise. Steve

  7. Brian Ward says:

    This is the way to keep in touch with each other in these straightened times … do not be alone, share a joke with your U3A friends! Don’t forget to send your favourite recepies to Prue Roux so that we can get cooking as well. What are we all upto now we can’t socialise?

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