Painting the Church
There was a Scottish painter named Smokey Macgregor who was very interested in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit further.
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest buildings..
Smokey put in a bid, and, because his price was so low, he got the job.
So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine..
Well, Smokey was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the sky opened, and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over the church and knocking Smokey clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint..
Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got down on his knees and cried:
"Oh, God, Oh God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...
(you're going to love this)
There was a Scottish painter named Smokey Macgregor who was very interested in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit further.
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest buildings..
Smokey put in a bid, and, because his price was so low, he got the job.
So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine..
Well, Smokey was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the sky opened, and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over the church and knocking Smokey clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint..
Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got down on his knees and cried:
"Oh, God, Oh God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...
(you're going to love this)
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"Repaint!
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thin no more
...well without any formatting this one loses its punch. Whay can't I format any text in a blog these days? Let alone delete my entry and have another go? Phil? George?
ReplyDeleteOooooooooooooooooooooo Groooooooooooooooooan!!!!LOL Grant!!
ReplyDelete...must be an afternoon thing. Now I've been able to format the story, whicch makes much better reading. But why does it prevent me sometimes (most times recently) and allow me at other times. Another benefit of Multiply, I suppose .... :-(((
ReplyDeleteGrant? That was a worse graoner than most of Phil's, LOL
ReplyDeleteHey, it does seem that you and I are having the same problems with the format for posting a blog.
Some days it works and some days it doesn't. It's been 'off' on far too many occassions for my liking recently.
Phil found a useful link about downloading the Multiply Toolbar, which I reckon could remedy the situation. Maybe all this has happened since Multiply updated its service a month or so ago.
Here is that link:
http://multiply.com/toolbar/ie/install
(The Multiply Toolbar for IE. No matter where on the Web you are, the Multiply toolbar... Notifies you about new updates in your network. ..)
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If it happens to me again I will definitely try the toolbar.
Cheers
George
Classic, Grant! Excellent.
ReplyDeleteAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa DoubleGroooooooooooooooooooooan LOL
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