Builders brew. . .

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     This week I have been most studious in mastering an ancient art of sleeping. Well, that was the plan anyway, and like best-laid plans of cats and mice, men got in the way — or at least builders got in the way.

     Yup, this week we have had the builders in and they have been doing a lot of banging, crashing and general dust creating activities—surprising how much chaos ensues with searching for, finding and plugging in of a kettle.

     Now, as a rule, me being a ruler and all, I like to nap where I like. So imagine my upset when my favourite spot, one of my all-time favourite spots, aka the new sofa, was invaded by dust sheets cushions and builders materials. There may even have some builders on there too, but with all the dust and tools, it was hard to tell.

     Anyway. Despite various protestations by yours truly from behind various other items of furniture, most of which I suspect were drowned out by their radio and the clatter of spoon on mug, I had to retreat outdoors and satisfy myself with looking in on the many builders busying themselves with essential builder type things aka the crossword and merits of Custard Cream biscuits.

     Soon however they broke for lunch and headed to the local pub, giving me a chance to walk unhindered across the destruction, aka the space formerly known as the Great Hall, and head to one of my other fav places, Mrs H's small but well-proportioned bedroom.

     And there I stayed for two whole days—bar toilet and food deliveries—until said builders departed.

    Thankfully all is now over for a few months or weeks at least, until the folks come to do a makeover of the hearth. Frankly, I think we should worry about the kitchens next, what with Christmas coming and me expecting the whole of the Blogosphere to call round for a nibble and a sip of mulled nip wine.

     Which reminds me, I guess I should start rounding up a few nibbles, and I think I know just the hole in which to look, MOL

     Anyways, without further ado, or builders tea complete with bits of floating soggy biscuit, here is my selfie:

And, for those with black and white sets, I have done a special one just for you, and here it is:-

     Mrs H said don't I really need to, but I do feel it is best to be inclusive, especially as we don't actually have either a colour or B&W TV, and instead have to listen to the blog on the wireless.


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Toxophily 101

Hello and welcome to The Sunday Selfies!    

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This week I have been most studious in mastering an ancient art.

Did you realise that Henry VIII decreed that all able bodied males under 60 should learn how to use a longbow?

No? Well, I can confirm that it's true. Way back in the 1500's—and by that I mean the 1500's years and not at around three pm and afternoon tea time—England was getting into a lot of arguments with France and Spain, and generally anyone we didn't like which seemed to be most of Europe. So, given the success of our archers, it was decided that it would be a great training activity. Only the clergy and the judges were exempt from the law, and of course the womenfolk too.

Anyways, Henry passed this law, and apparently, it meant you could get out of doing your homework, and housework duties by archery practice. Sadly these days the only archery folks seem to do is using a computer to design buildings.

Still, having learnt of this much needed and little-used activity I decided to pass a decree that all those fit and able staff in the palace should partake of this practice. The only exception will be if they get a note from me or Mrs H.

Now if you are wondering what use such a skill might be these days, just think of all the stuff you could get deliver faster by an arrow, the newspaper for one, and the post for another. Not to mention all the litter one could stop from blowing around the place.

Now I can hear a lot of folk saying that this would all be too risky. Well apparently there was a historic answer to that too, and if you killed or maimed someone, you were let off so long as you were practicing your bowmanship at the time!

And here for your toxophilite-delight is this weeks selfie of me practicing. . . .

And in case your wondering, Mrs H forbade me from using real arrows on account of staff shortages, and that I keep shutting my eyes. Do you think this will get me out of doing the washing up and dusting though???


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