People communicate by writing songs, setting feelings to Music.

By prayer we can talk to our maker -Almighty God his name is JEHOVAH. (Psalms 83: 18). BIBLE

Alice smelling a white Rose.

There on this picture the dog and baby are tired and ready for a good night sleep.

If your dog pokes another in the side

 with his nose, he is “saying stand still”.

THE MERRY MONTHS OF MAY is Nella’s favorite time of the year.

The earth has greened up again: the hedgerows are bursting with

White hawthorn blossom and Morris Men are coming out of

Hibernation in time for the first Folk Festivals of the year:

When streets will be full of Music and dancing and there will

Be well- —lubricated song sessions in real-ale bars, something

like the following account.———-

THE SONG SESSION

IT WAS AT THE SONG SESSION

They’d been all round the room

NOW the finger pointed at ME!

ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE US A SONG?

Oh No! I replied hastily.

I’ve had too much to drink today

And I can’t remember the words –

Some Folk Songs are twenty-two verses long—

To try them would be absurd!

THERE’S a frog in my throat –

I can’t undo my coat –

My guitar has gone out of tune

I’ve lost my capo and broke a string

SO I THINK I’M GOING HOME SOON!

BUT THIS IS A FOLK CLUB

You know where you are —-

You can stop in the middle

To tune your guitar.

Start at verse one

Then proceed to verse ten

Get the others to join in the chorus.

Give ’em something to do

While you think of verse two—

We’re all friends here –

You we’re all friends here – you

Needn’t be nervous!

THAT’S ALL, VERY WELL –

I know what to do –

I’ve done it hundreds of times –

But I can’t start at all –

If I stand up , I’ll fall

 And I’ve forgotten ALL OF THE LINES!!

©Sheila Allen/Nella

   “Look” Welcome to read this personal experience .- One night my family severely injured in a car accident because the person driving had been drinking. I’m sure other people might had a same experiencies that testify to that fact.

We can show compassion by our actions and our words—caring for others and being there when they need us. It is good not to limit compassion to family, friends, and acquaintances. We can widen out to include people whom we do not even know. “If you love those loving you, what reward do you have?

Sure hope from the Bible is Like Real Pearls.Soon be a reality come true! Revelation 21:3,4. Treasure!!

  A Circuit Overseer in the Woodburn congregation said that the reason so many of our brothers are disfellowshipped isn’t because of wrong doing, it’s because the New System isn’t a reality. Read this all the way through, it is truly a dose of what is yet to come. I know all of us have been affected from losing someone we love in death, or physically spent from this tiresome system. It will make as all look at the new system in a different light, at least it did for me.

 We are asked to visualize ourselves in the New World this sister did a great job. Her meditation is very encouraging, our hope is the anchor that keeps us strong.

 ’One day of the Real Life’

 Nowadays I like getting up with the sun and starting my day while it’s fresh and new. No more hitting that snooze button until the very last minute and dreading the workday ahead of me! I feel better and better every day, and I can’t help but notice I look better too. I have several jobs, and today I am privileged to be doing my very favorite task! Besides studying with newly resurrected ones, I have been granted the privilege of using my home as a sort of New System Bed and Breakfast. While the Resurrection Center was being constructed, I had a house full, 2 couples and two single sisters who lived here with me temporarily. Now that that work is over, families who live too far away from the Resurrection Center come and stay with me, sometimes just a few nights, often a week while their newly resurrected loved ones acclimatise to this wonderful new world. This house has seen so much joy!

 I have company arriving today - two fleshly brothers whose parents died in a car accident and are going to be resurrected in the same week. I want to make something special for tonight, so I head out to the raspberry patch to gather some to add to the apple pie I’m planning for dessert. The fox family that lives among the raspberry bushes come out to greet me, the mother elegantly gliding toward me to have her chin scratched, and three cubs tumbling over each other in their play. My chickens aren’t a bit alarmed at all these foxes nearby, they go on searching for worms and scratching around the yard, clucking contentedly to one another.

 I’m nearly finished gathering berries when I notice two people coming along the path at the top of the hill. My Mother and her sister JoAnne often come over for a cup of tea early in the morning; their home is only a 15 minute walk away through a beautiful wildflower-garden, around the little pond, then through the forest and down the grassy hill to my house. The two of them are halfway here when a tall blond boy emerges from the woods, running as fast as his long legs will carry him to catch up to them. Their conversation stops as they turn at the sound, the youth skids to a stop to talk to them. Whatever Mom tells him, I can see it’s what he was hoping for, because he hugs her so hard he picks her up, and then leaving the path he runs towards the barn my favorite Icelandic mare has a two week old foal, so I know where my brother is heading!

 He notices me as he runs, he waves but doesn’t slow down - I’m glad, even after all these years I still get tears in my eyes sometimes at the sight of him. Dougie had died in the old world when he was only a baby, and the day he was resurrected was one of the happiest of all of our lives. My dear Mom had kept so much of the pain of losing him to herself, but when they placed her baby boy in her arms, she cried tears of joy for days afterwards. She and JoeAnn have really enjoyed raising him, from a chubby blond baby to an enthusiastic teenager now as tall as me, and sure to grow taller.

 I’m glad Dougie - no, he wants to be called Doug now, he thinks it sounds so much more grown up - went to the barn, I know he’ll put out fresh food and water for the animals, so I’ll have plenty of time to give him another lesson driving the curricle. What a joy it’s been to watch him grow up in this new world, with no more worries of sickness or any other harm coming to him. I go into the house to put the tea kettle on to boil, and soon Mom and JoAnne come in, full of happiness and good health. They both look radiant from their walk, and so beautiful. No more gray hair - in fact, Mom’s hair is thicker and more beautiful than in her youth. Their wrinkles have faded away from their faces; they seem to look younger every time I see them.

 Mom has a package with her, as she unwraps it she tells me it came yesterday from the message service with a long letter from my daughter Bethany. She and her husband are in the reconstruction work, but somehow she managed to find the time to paint a portrait of her newest granddaughter, Elizabeth. The picture is beautifully done, a sleeping chubby infant perhaps a few weeks old. Bethany always had artistic talent, but in the new world now, growing towards perfection, she has really surpassed herself. Busy with construction projects, Bethany isn’t spending a lot of time working on art - she knows she has forever to develop her talent! This painting she did especially for her grandmother, and it warms my heart to see how happy Mom is.

 While I make the pie crust and cut up the apples, we exchange news of friends and dear-family, many of them far away in different assignments. Doug runs in to ask if I mind if he rides Henrietta, the Llama, and dashes out again to get her saddled up. Then I hear him calling out a greeting, and I see in the shade of the big elm trees at the end of the garden two men sitting on the wooden bench - they must be my guests! We all go out to meet them, they look vaguely familiar but I can’t think of who they might be. One walks up to me with a twinkle in his eye and says, ‘Ann, don’t you recognize me? I’m Arly, and this is my brother Vern!’ For a second we were speechless, and then everyone was hugging each other and talking all at once. It’s not surprising that we didn’t recognize them, with their wavy brown hair and bright blue eyes. Vern had died in his 92nd year, the last time I had seen him he was barely able to talk and confined to a wheelchair Arly had nearly lost his sight due to cataracts, and had to walk with a cane. Yet here they were, looking like they had never seen forty! Vern was one of the original special pioneers who opened up the preaching work in our area long before I was born, and Arly had been a most beloved elder in our congregation. What an unspeakable joy to have them as guests in my house!

 We show them all around, and after lunch Vern volunteers to give Doug his driving lesson. Mom and JoAnne have studies to conduct in the afternoon, but we arrange to have a get-together soon and invite many of the neighbors who know Vern and Arly.

 After many hours spent talking, reminiscing and catching up on news of dear friends near and far, Vern and Arly go up to their rooms to unpack, and I go into the garden to pick some vegetables for supper.

 What a good day this has been! I’m so full of joy, I can barely hold it all in, so I don’t even try. I fall down on my knees in the rich garden soil and thank my heavenly father Jehovah once more for all his bounteous blessings. Today was just one memorable, joyful day, one of an infinite number of days filled with joy ahead of us all - an eternity!

 ~virtually!!~

 CYBER LOVER          POETRY

THERE’S NO FOOL LIKE AN OLD FOOL – So they say.

Nella just confirmed this statement when, in her search for a soul

Mate, foolishly, she ‘clicked’ on the Internet on the 1^st April,

With predicted results- as you will  notice there is a reason for everything.

Cyber Lover

I’m having

a wonderful affair

In CYBERSPACE

out in thin air —-

 sitting alone

at my workstation

Keying in bytes

of  misinformation.

Don’t describe myself

as just past eighty

with ‘wear and tear’;

NO - NO

I say I’m a weighty

sexy, spicy, vindaloo,

with a shaven head -

And rings all through

my navel, nose and ears —

and tongue

and a saucy tattoo

on my bum!

I’m ready to rave

the night away

and snort or swallow —

what comes my way!

I’m in full flight

I’m doing fine—

with this macho guy

on the end of line —

when his request

come up on my screen

and puts paid

to my little scheme

I’d like to meet you

I.R.L.

IN REAL LIFE??

OH  NO

AH WELL

CYBERLOVER

Farewell, Farewell

P.S.

When I log off

Do me a favour,

Blot me out

WITH YOUR SCREEN SAVER

Nella’s thought for the months:—

If a first time don’t succeed—-

GIVE UP!!

©Sheila Allen Nella.

    Sheila Allen/Nella -Poet with Maria I Allen     

Love Poem 2004

 Shared-One of he’s own: ——

Wedded as one.

Till down drifts the sun

If hearts should stray,

Woe be that day.

Entwined like Honeysuckle,

To a deep rooted tree,

I hope I will dwell

With La Plus Belle - Filler!

©Milez

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In Sheila’s pheasants feeding in her garden??

WHILE THRALLING THROUGH some of her late Nineteen –forties –

 Forties diaries recently, Nella came across an old Autograph

Book circa 1942.

Two of the more interesting entries by her schoolmates were

On the subject of “MOTHERS” and as we be celebrating

MOTHERING SUNDAY on the 10^th of March, Nella has

decided to reproduce them here :-

(1)  Written by Violet aged 10 yrs

“A MOTHER’S LOVE IS A BLESSING

DON’T TREAT HER THEN WITH SCORN

CHERISH HER WHILE SHE’S LIVING

FOR YOU’LL MISS HER WHEN SHE’S

GORN!”

(2)  Written by Enid aged 11 yrs.

“WHO TOOK ME FROM MY WARM

 WARM COT

AND PUT ME ON THE CLOD COLD POT

WHETHER I WANTED YO OR NOT?

MY MOTHER!”

THERE you had two different aspect of mother-love seen

through youthful eyes, but, moving back into modern times,

 here is Nella’s 2013 contribution to the gentre!

BOILING PIECE

A CANNIBAL MUM said to her son

‘There’s   nothing left in the larder

Fresh Meat?

We sure could do with some

SO! Go hunting with your father.’

FATHER AND SON

Hunting far and long –

They couldn’t have hunted harder

When all at once

There came along

A candidate for the larder

A PLUMP YOUNG GIRL

With hair acurl

Came wandering through the jungle

OH! CRIED THE SON

WE’LL CATCH THAT ONE —-

SHE MAKES MY STOMACH RUMBLE!

WHETHER COLD

Or hot from the cooking pot

I’ll consume her with no bother

OH NO! my son

We’ll take HER home

AND I’LL BOIL UP YOUR MOTHER!!

SORRY MOTHERS —  Nella ONLY JOKING!!

On a more serious note,

Here is Nella’s thought for the month,

In anticipation of spring—-

COME THE SPRING

despite my nearness to the grave

I SING

COME THE SPRING

The page that I was ending

I BEGIN.

©Sheila Allen/Nella                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

“Miraculous Teamwork”
Images fall upside down on the retina just as they do on a camera’s film. “Why is the world not upside down to us?” asks Dr. Short. “Because,” he explains, “the brain has developed the habit of reversing the impressions.”
Special glasses have been designed to turn the image around. In scientific experiments, people who wore such glasses saw everything upside down. Then, after a few days, something amazing happened. They began to see normally! “The miraculous teamwork of your eye and your brain is exhibited in a number of ways,” comments The Body Book.
As your eye moves across this line, the cones distinguish the black ink from the white paper. Your retina, however, cannot respond to characters of a man-made alphabet. We learn to give meaning to a string of characters in another part of the brain. A transfer of information is needed.
The retina sends a coded message via a million nerve fibers to a part of your brain situated near the back of your head. “The projections from the retina to the cerebral cortex,” explains the book The Brain, “are highly organized and orderly. . . . If a small light is shined on each different part of the retina, a corresponding part of the visual area [in the brain] will respond.”

                                                                                                                         shared Naomi Eastment    Fine Art‘sPhotoes.                          

Shared Jessica Allen Fine-Art’s  handy-work. 2012.                                                              

Carbon Footprints

I THINK my Carbon Footprints  are quite small.

In fact, they hardly make a dent at all.

I TAKE my glassware to the Bottle Bank

Recycle my “grey Water”…

Use a Compost Bin and Water Butt –

Do all the things I oughter !

DON’T drive a car to travel far

Always on holiday…

And I mow the grass and wash my clothes

In a purely a manual way!

BUT: when I scanned my shopping list today

I found my Celery came from U.S.A.

AND MY NICE Organic Cabbage came from SPAIN.

So, I realised I’d have to think again.

MY RICH ROAST Fair Trade Coffee beans

Were grown in NICARAGUA…

The Lemons in my lemonade came

Over from SOUTH AFRICA!

THE PINEAPPLE I just picked up

Came all the way from GHANA –

AND I hardly dare to think where

They grew this Fyfe’s Banana!

I’VE GOT Baby Leeks from EGYPT

Asparagus from PERU….

AND AS A Vegetarian

I don’t know what to do!

TO SAY I use no Air Miles

Now seems a little silly

When I’m drinking wines from

ITALY-AUSTRALIA and CHILE!

IF I COULD scrub my conscience clean

I’d never eat a Nectarine –

There just one thing I can devour –

This lovely CORNISH CAULIFLOWER

OH! YES! OH! YES!

I’m afraid I must admit –

NELLA IS N’T HELPING THE ENVIRONMENT

ONE BIT

!

NELLA’S question of the months;

As “SET-ASIDE” is set aside

What will come in our tide?

And will the future Golden Rule

Be

CROPS FOR FOOD or CROPS FOR FUEL

?

©Sheila Allen - 11 February, 2009

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In-2013     SILENTLY

Silently the seed swells in the earth –

And the unborn awaits its birth.

Silently the snow falls, feather- light –.

 Silently the stars dance through the night.

Silently as in a lovely dream -

glides the swan upon the moving stream.

Silently roots spread and buds unclosed.

Silently dawn comes and sunset glows.

Silently the wise - ones meditates.

Silently he watches and he waits.

Silently the grail of truth is sought

In the quite sanctuary of thought…

Man creates the world’s catastrophes

By speech and motion.

Jehovah God’s  works Silently.

(John 10:16) (Psalms 83v18)

Subject: Cyrus cylinder video

Never look down on anyone unless you helping them up!

EATING IN THE UK IN THE FIFTIES

* Pasta had not been invented.

* Curry was a surname.

* Olive oil was kept in the medicine cabinet

* Spices came from the Middle East where they were used
for embalming

* Herbs were used to make rather dodgy medicine.

* A takeaway was a mathematical problem.

* A pizza was something to do with a leaning tower.

* Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time.

* The only vegetables known to us were spuds, peas,
carrots and cabbage,

* All crisps were plain; the only choice we had was
whether to put the salt on or not.

* Condiments consisted of salt, pepper, vinegar and
brown sauce if we were lucky.

* Soft drinks were called pop.

* Coke was something that we put on the fire.

* A Chinese chippy was a foreign carpenter.

* Rice was a milk pudding, and never, ever part of our dinner.

* A Big Mac was what we wore when it was raining.

* A Pizza Hut was an Italian shed.

* A microwave was something out of a science fiction movie.

* Brown bread was something only poor people ate.

* Oil was for lubricating, fat was for cooking

* Bread and jam was a treat.

* Tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves and never green.

* Coffee was Camp, and came in a bottle.

* Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.

* Figs and dates appeared every Christmas, but no one ever ate them.

* Coconuts only appeared when the fair came to town.

* Jellied eels were peculiar to Londoners.

* Salad cream was a dressing for salads, mayonnaise did not exist

* Hors d’oeuvre was a spelling mistake.

* The starter was our main meal. Soup was a main meal.

* Only Heinz made beans.

* Leftovers went in the dog.

* Special food for dogs and cats was unheard of.

* Fish was only eaten on Fridays.

* Fish didn’t have fingers in those days.

* Eating raw fish was called poverty, not sushi.

* Ready meals only came from the fish and chip shop.

* For the best taste fish and chips had to be eaten out of old newspapers.

* Frozen food was called ice cream.

* Nothing ever went off in the fridge because we never had one.

* Ice cream only came in one colour and one flavour.

* None of us had ever heard of yoghurt.

* Jelly and blancmange was only eaten at parties.

* If we said that we were on a diet, we simply got less.

* Healthy food consisted of anything edible.

* People who didn’t peel potatoes were regarded as lazy.

* Indian restaurants were only found in India .

* Brunch was not a meal.

* If we had eaten bacon lettuce and tomato in the same sandwich we would have been certified.

* A bun was a small cake back then.

* The word” Barbie” was not associated with anything to do with food.

* Eating outside was a picnic.

* Cooking outside was called camping.

* Seaweed was not a recognised food.

* Pancakes were only eaten on Pancake Tuesday

* “Kebab” was not even a word never mind a food.

* Hot dogs were a type of sausage that only the Americans ate.

* Cornflakes had arrived from America but it was obvious they would never catch on.

* The phrase “boil in the bag” would have been beyond comprehension.

* The idea of “oven chips” would not have made any sense at all to us.

* The world had not heard of Pot Noodles, Instant Mash and Pop Tarts.

* Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold.

* Lettuce and tomatoes in winter were only found abroad.

* Prunes were medicinal.

* Surprisingly muesli was readily available in those days, it was called cattle feed.

* Turkeys were definitely seasonal.

* Pineapples came in chunks in a tin; we had only ever seen a picture of a real one.

* We never heard of Croissants we certainly couldn’t pronounce it,

* We thought that Baguettes were a problem the French needed to deal with.

* Garlic was used to ward off vampires, but never used to flavour food.

* Water came out of the tap, if someone had suggested bottling it and charging more than petrol for it they would have become a laughing stock.

* Food hygiene was all about washing your hands before meals.

* Campylobacter, Salmonella, E.coli, Listeria, and Botulism were all called “food poisoning.”

* The one thing that we never ever had on our table in the fifties …. elbows.

Soha ne nézz le senkit, ha nem segít nekik fel!

TÁPLÁLKOZÁS az Egyesült Királyságban az ötvenes évek

* Pasta nem találták.

* Curry volt a vezetékneve.

* Olívaolaj tartották az orvosságos szekrény

* Fűszerek érkezett a Közel-Keletről, ahol használták
A balzsamozás

* Gyógynövények arra használják, hogy elég agyafúrt gyógyszert.
* A elvihető egy matematikai problémát.

* A pizza volt valami köze a ferde tornyot.

* Banán és a narancs csak meg karácsonykor.

* Az egyetlen zöldség ismert voltunk krumpli, borsó,
sárgarépa és a káposzta,

* Minden chips volt egyszerű, az egyetlen választás volt volt
arról, hogy tegye a sót, vagy sem.

* Fűszerek állt só, bors, ecet és
barnamártással ha szerencsénk volt.

* Üdítők hívták pop.

* Coke volt valami, amit hozott a tüzet.

* A kínai kurva volt idegen asztalos.

* Rice volt a tej puding, és soha, de soha része a vacsora.

* A Big Mac volt, amit viselt, amikor esett az eső.

* A Pizza Hut egy olasz fészer.

* A mikrohullámú valami ki egy sci-fi film.

* Barna kenyér volt valami, csak szegény emberek ettek.

* Olaj volt a kenő-zsír volt a főzés

* Kenyér és lekvár volt egy élvezet.

* Tea készült egy teáskanna segítségével tealevelek és soha zöld.

* Kávé volt Camp, és jött egy üvegben.

* Cubed cukor tekinthető flancos.

* Füge és nyúlik meg minden karácsonyra, de soha senki nem evett velük.

* Kókuszdió csak meg, ha a valós érkezett a városba.

* Jellied angolnák volt jellemző a londoniak.

* Salad krém volt kötszer saláta, majonéz nem létezik

* Hors d’oeuvre volt egy elírás.

* A kezdő volt a fő étkezés. Leves volt a fő étkezés.

* Csak Heinz készült bab.

* Maradék ment a kutyát.

* Speciális eledel kutyák és macskák ismeretlen volt.

* Fish csak evett péntekenként.

* Fish nem voltak ujjak azokban a napokban.

* Eating nyers hal hívták a szegénység, nem sushi.

* Készétel csak jött a hal és chip bolt.

* A legjobb ízű hal és a chips kellett enni ki a régi újságokat.

* Fagyasztott élelmiszer hívták fagylaltot.

* Semmi sem ment le a hűtőben, mert soha nem is volt.

* Ice cream csak bejött egy szín és egy íz.

* Egyikünk sem hallott joghurt.

* Jelly és édes tejes-rumos zselé csak evett bulikon.

* Ha azt mondtuk, hogy mi volt a diéta, egyszerűen van kisebb.

* Egészséges ételek állt valami ehető.

* Az emberek, akik nem hámlik burgonyát tekintették lusta.

* Indiai éttermek csak találtak Indiában.

* Brunch nem volt étel.

* Ha evett bacon saláta és a paradicsom az ugyanazon szendvics mi lenne igazolt.

* A bun volt egy kis tortát, majd vissza.

* A “Barbie” nem járt semmi köze élelmiszer.

* Evés ezen kívül volt egy piknik.

* Főzési kívül hívták kempingeket.

* Hínár nem volt elismert élelmiszer.

* Palacsinta csak enni palacsinta kedd

* “Kebab” még csak nem is egy szó nem is beszélve az élelmiszer.

* Hot dog volt, olyan típusú kolbászt, hogy csak az amerikaiak evett.

* Cornflakes érkeztek Amerika, de nyilvánvaló volt, hogy soha nem fogás.

* A “forr a zsák” lett volna érthetetlen.

* Az ötlet a “kemence chips” nem volna semmi értelme egyáltalán hozzánk.

* A világ még nem hallott Pot tészta, Instant Mash és Pop Tarts.

* Cukor élvezték a jó sajtó abban az időben volt, és tekinthető fehér arany.

* Saláta és paradicsom, télen csak találtak külföldön.

* Aszalt szilva volt gyógyszer.

* Meglepő müzli volt könnyen hozzáférhető azokban a napokban, úgy hívták szarvasmarha takarmány.

* Pulyka voltak határozottan szezonális.

* Ananász jött darabokat egy konzervdoboz, mi még csak látott egy képet egy igazi.
* Mi soha nem hallott a croissant minden bizonnyal nem lehetett kimondani,

* Úgy gondoltuk, hogy bagett volt a probléma, a francia szükséges foglalkozni.

* Fokhagyma használták, hogy kivédjék a vámpírok, de soha nem használt aroma élelmiszer.

* A víz jött ki a csapot, ha valaki azt javasolta palackozás, és a töltés több mint benzin mert ők váltak nevetségessé.

* Élelmiszer-higiénia szólt kézmosás étkezés előtt.

* Campylobacter, Salmonella, E. coli, Listeria és Botulizmus mind az úgynevezett “ételmérgezés”.

* Az egyetlen dolog, amit soha nem volt a mi asztalon az ötvenes években …. könyök.

TÁPLÁLKOZÁS AZ Egyesült Királyságban AZ ötvenes évek

* Pasta NEM találták.

* Curry volt a vezetékneve.

* Olívaolaj tartották AZ orvosságos szekrény

* Fűszerek erkezett a Kozel-Keletről, where használták
Egy balzsamozás

* Gyógynövények Arra használják, hogy elég agyafúrt gyógyszert.
* A elvihető voltos tégia matematikai problema.

* A pizza volt Valami koze a Ferde tornyot.

* Banán es a narancs Csák MEG karácsonykor.

* AZ egyetlen zöldség ismert voltunk krumpli, Borso,
sárgarépa Es a káposzta,

* Minden zseton volt egyszerű, AZ egyetlen választás volt volt
arról, hogy tegye a Sot, vagy SEM.

* Fűszerek Allt Szóval, Bors, ECET éS
barnamártással ha szerencsénk volt.

* Üdítők hívták pop.

* Coke volt Valami, Amit hozott a tüzet.

* A kínai kurva volt idegen asztalos.

* Rice volt a Puding Tej, es soha, de soha része a vacsora.

* A Big Mac volt, Amit viselt, amikor esett AZ ESO.

* A Pizza Hut tégia italian fészer.

* A mikrohullámú Valami KI EGY sci-fi film.

* Barna Kenyér volt Valami, Csák Szegény emberek ettek.

* Olaj volt a Kenó-zsír volt a főzés

* Kenyér éS lekvár volt tégia élvezet.

* Tea készült tégia teáskanna segítségével tealevelek éS soha Zöld.

* Kávé volt Camp, ES EGY Jott üvegben.

* Cubed Cukor tekinthető flancos.

* Füge éS nyúlik MEG Minden karácsonyra, de soha Senki tartózkodás mellett evett velük.

* Kókuszdió Csák Meg, ha a valós erkezett a városba.

* Jellied angolnák volt jellemző a londoniak.

* Salad krém volt kötszer saláta, majonéz Nem létezik

* Hors d’oeuvre volt tégia elírás.

* A Kezdő volt a fő étkezés. Hús volt a fő étkezés.

* Csák Heinz készült bab.

* Maradék MENT a kutyát.

* Speciális eledel kutyák éS macskák ismeretlen volt.

* Fish Csák evett péntekenként.

* Fish NEM ujjak voltak azokban a napokban.

* Eating Nyers hal hívták a szegénység, tartózkodás mellett sushi.

* Készétel Csák Jott egy hal éS chip csavart.

* A legjobb Izu hal es a chips KELLETT ENNI ki a Régi újságokat.

* Fagyasztott Élelmiszer hívták fagylaltot.

* Semmi SEM MENT le a hűtőben, Mert soha tartózkodás mellett az volt.

* Ice cream Csák bejött EGY SZIN éS EGY íz.

* Egyikünk SEM hallott joghurt.

* Jelly éS édes tejes-rumos zselé Csák evett bulikon.

* Ha AZT mondtuk, hogy mi volt a dieta, egyszerűen van kevesebb.

* Egészséges ételek Allt Valami ehető.

* AZ emberek, akik tartózkodás mellett hámlik burgonyát tekintették lusta.

* Indiai éttermek Csák találtak Indiában.

* Brunch NEM volt Etel.

* Ha evett bacon saláta es a paradicsom AZ ugyanazon Szendvics mi lenne igazolt.

* A bun volt EGY Kis tortát, Majd vissza.

* A “Barbie” tartózkodás mellett járt Semmi koze Élelmiszer.

* Évák ezen kívül volt tégia piknik.

* Főzési kívül hívták kempingeket.

* Hínár NEM volt elismert Élelmiszer.

* Palacsinta Csák ENNI palacsinta Kedd

* “Kebab” Meg Csák tartózkodás mellett az EGY Szó tartózkodás mellett van beszélve AZ Élelmiszer.

* Hot dog volt, olyan type kolbász, hogy Csák AZ amerikaiak evett.

* Cornflakes érkeztek Amerika, de nyilvánvaló volt, hogy soha tartózkodás mellett Fogas.

* A “forr a zsák” Lett Volna érthetetlen.

* AZ Otlet a “Kemence chips” tartózkodás mellett Volna Semmi értelme egyáltalán hozzánk.

* A Világ MEG NEM hallott Pot tészta, Instant Mash éS Pop Tarts.

* Cukor élvezték a Jó sajtó abban AZ időben volt, ES tekinthető fehér arany.

* Saláta éS paradicsom, télen Csák találtak külföldön.

* Aszalt szilva volt Gyógyszer.

* Meglepő müzli volt könnyen hozzáférhető azokban a napokban, UGY hívták szarvasmarha Krmivo.

* Pulyka voltak határozottan szezonális.

* Ananász Jott darabokat tégia konzervdoboz, mi MEG EGY Csák látott képet EGY igazi.
* Mi soha tartózkodás mellett hallott egy croissant Minden bizonnyal NEM lehetett kimondani,

* UGY gondoltuk, hogy bagett volt a problema, a Francia szükséges foglalkozni.

* Fokhagyma használták, hogy kivédjék a Vámpírok, de soha tartózkodás mellett használt aroma Élelmiszer.

* A Víz Jott ki a csapot, ha valaki AZT javasolta palackozás, ES a Töltés több pénzverde benzin Mert OK váltak nevetségessé.

* Élelmiszer-Higiénia szólt kézmosás étkezés előtt.

* Campylobacter, Salmonella, E. coli, Listeria éS Botulizmus elme AZ úgynevezett “ételmérgezés”.

* AZ egyetlen dolog, Amit soha tartózkodás mellett volt a mi asztalon AZ ötvenes években …. könyök.

WELCOME once more to Nella’s Poetry Corner –

YES ! She is still going strong,  although she has already

broken her New Year’s resolution to LOSE WEIGHT!

It was doomed to failure from the outset:

What was the use of watching her weight –

The more she watched it, the more she ate!!

AH well: at least Nella is in good company, in fact, famous

Company it would seem – none other than

MICHELANGELO di  Lodovico Buonarroti who: after

finishing the painting of the Sistine Chapel in 1512

described himself in his Sonnet No V as –

“….. under my chin my  belly will appear ….

… I use my bottom now to bear the weight….”

Although seemingly overweight, Michelangelo died at the ripe old age of 89 in 1564 —-

so there’s hope for Nella yet!

A DIATERS’S LAMENT

WHEN I LOOK in the mirror I wish I were thinner

But then I start thinking what I’ll have for dinner.

Somehow I forget that I‘ve just packed away

The ‘full English breakfast’ that started my day!

BY HALF PAST eleven I need to stoke up

So I put extra sugar & cream in my cup

And what could be nicer than a hot buttered crumpet?

As for that diet – it can like it or lump it !!

FOR  LUNCH I  restrict myself to a light snack –

Bread, cheese & pickle, then soup and a bap.

By mid- afternoon, a glass of red wine

With, biscuits or two, will suit me just fine.

THAT WILL stave off the hunger pangs ‘til five o’clock

When I’ll fill up with pasta and nice glass of HOCK.

No need for dessert, ‘though I think I could grapple

With a nice creamy yoghurt and some sweetened baked apple.

ON AND OFF through the day, I scoff chocolate and nuts

Then chew a few Rennies to settle my guts!!!

But the time I like best, when I have a good blow-out

Is dinner on SUNDAY– the day that I go out!

WHEN I’M OUT in the evening watching Ethel’s T.V…

She might have saved some mashed potatoes for me.

But several hours later, when I’m ready for bed

The thought of a nightcap comes into my head.

TWO ROUNDS of toasted cheese with a tray on my knee

Should last me ‘til morning but UNFORTUNATELY,

In the dead of the night, if I happen to wake,

I’m likely to eat a whole Battenberg Cake!

AH WELL in the spring, when I start mowing grass

The pounds and the inches will fall off me fast

But if this turns out to be just wishful thinking,

I’ll stop all this EATING and stick to the

DRINKING!!

©Sheila Allen/Nella

Nella’s  Thought for the month

Friday menu –

The Piece of Cod that passeth

all understanding & Chips –Mushy peas!

• Fish and Chips - Mushy peas.

Where MEMORIES bloom it’s always Spring

And LIFE in passing by will bring

The scent of unforgotten flowers,

Of merry times and golden boars.

Poem by Patience Strong

Holding On

Hold on – don’t let it get you down.

Today’s heartache is just tomorrow’s frown.

This time next year you’ll wonder why you cared

Don’t sign, don’t cry, and don’t go running scared.

Wise heads – old heads – aching just the same.

Lessons unlearned just come round again.

Hold on – hold on – don’t let it get you down,

Today’s heartache is just tomorrow’s frown.

© Sheila Allen/Nella

(Book-Count Our Blessings  Page-235)