Fridaaay going bush!

on another warm and sunny day,,,If this weather continues I may borrow one of George's Sarongs that he does his shopping in to keep cool.,any more native habits and I will be accused of going "bush!"

Tried erecting my hammock yesterday which went ok till I tried to get in, when it rotated so fast with me in it that I ended up wrapped like a cocoon!

Hope you're enjoying the weather and are set for a great weekend,

Cheers.

And it's time you all had a good groan!!..............................................

Bellringer

Following the death of Quasimodo, the Bishop of the Cathedral Church of Notre Dame sent word throughout the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer would need to be appointed. The Bishop decided that he would himself conduct the interviews and went up into the belfry to interview the candidates. After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he decided to call it a day, when an armless man approached him announcing that he was there to apply for the post. The Bishop declared, "My Son, you have no arms!" "No matter," replied the man as he proceeded to strike the bells with his face, producing the most beautiful melody on the carillon. The Bishop was astonished, believing he had indeed found a suitable replacement for Quasimodo. However, in rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry to his death in the street below. The Bishop, stunned rushed down to his side. When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beauty of the music they had heard a moment before. As they parted in silence to allow the Bishop through, one in the crowd asked, "Bishop, who was this man?" "I don't know his name," replied the Bishop sadly, "but his face rings a bell." And there’s more … The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart, the Bishop continued his interviews for a bell ringer. The first man to approach addressed him, "Your Grace, I am the brother of the poor armless man who fell to his death from this belfry yesterday. I pray that you will allow me to replace my brother." The Bishop agreed to an audition but as the man reached to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, collapsed and died on the spot. Two monks, hearing the cries of grief from the Bishop at the tragedy, rushed up the stairs. “What has happened? Who is this man?" They cried. "I don't know his name," exclaimed the distraught Bishop “but he's a dead ringer for his brother.”