mike4gtl
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So here we all are once again almost at that dismal time of year where we open the long sleek, creaky inspection doors of our old grand father clocks to carefully adjust and upset the time piece. Stoke up the fires and through back the drapes to disappointment, trying to peep out through eyes unwilling to open. Mother nature has retreated and left us in gloom. It's time to get up, get dressed and venture out of your cosy room into your doom.
To the older gentry among us it is a reminder that it's an hour lost, as one slows ones pace along this mortal coil of life, feeling the winter chill set in amongst already painful bones that sound like floor boards, snapping during the night as the house cools. Remembering, that if one hasn't already done so, to get out the velvet night cap and to place a hot iron over your better halves crisp sheets with the hope in mind that she will be the one that gets up in the morning to light the fires and bring you hot chocolate in bed.
However for the young it's a time to pull on a new, over padded tweed jacket ontop of the already tiresome four layers and set to work! Spending fourteen hours a day working outside, seeing in dawn and seeing out dusk whilst alone, in thick, silent, spooky mist which passes by slower that the tick of time itself. Turning old rust buckets into futuristic dreams which we know, come the summer, it will be a summer of un forgettable fun and laughter amongst family and good friends.
"Jois De Vie"
To the older gentry among us it is a reminder that it's an hour lost, as one slows ones pace along this mortal coil of life, feeling the winter chill set in amongst already painful bones that sound like floor boards, snapping during the night as the house cools. Remembering, that if one hasn't already done so, to get out the velvet night cap and to place a hot iron over your better halves crisp sheets with the hope in mind that she will be the one that gets up in the morning to light the fires and bring you hot chocolate in bed.
However for the young it's a time to pull on a new, over padded tweed jacket ontop of the already tiresome four layers and set to work! Spending fourteen hours a day working outside, seeing in dawn and seeing out dusk whilst alone, in thick, silent, spooky mist which passes by slower that the tick of time itself. Turning old rust buckets into futuristic dreams which we know, come the summer, it will be a summer of un forgettable fun and laughter amongst family and good friends.
"Jois De Vie"
