ExSurveyor

Saturday was 10 small people for Bake day. We have 20 plus for Christmas eve lunch, 10 for christmas dinner and evening with at least 6 staying overnight, 10 boxing day and evening. Food appears magically from the kitchen, not sure how that happens but I do a huge amount of washing up. Thursday, escape to Norfolk.

That was how they were built.

Find out who is the Financial director and write to them, they don't get the same volume of complaints as the CEO and tend to be more responsive.

Four grandchildren and five great nephews between 3 and 11 years old in for bake day, absolute mayhem.

Unless it is resting on a beer barrel.

What a great calendar again this year, great layout and stunning photos as usual. Thank you to the team that organized, printed and then posted them. Having hand delivered 200 of my own calendars to clients across Kent this week it was great to have it delivered to my door.

Your best option would be an electric dehumidifier on a timerwith a tube heater on a plug in thermostat. The electric supply is very stable at BGM. If you use a dehumidifier or crystals, close all the windows and open cupboard doors.

Could be a long wait

Alan, I will be thinking of you and your family tomorrow. This is a poem I have used in a number of services previously, I find the words comforting. As the sun rises and as it sets.. We will remember her At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter. . . At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring. . At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer. . . At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn. . . At the beginning of the year and when it ends. . . We will remember her, When we are weary and in need of strength. . . When we are lost and sick at heart. . . When we have joy and wish to share it. . When we have decisions that are difficult to make. . . When we have achievements that are based on hers. . . We will remember her. For as long as we live, she too will live. .

I guess the answer is, you can see over the reeds but not go under some bridges. Never seen over the reeds in any boat I have owned or hired, probably just more reeds . A consideration for some Southern rivers but not an issue up north. If you are planning to use all year, think about how drafty the sliding roof or canopy is. Have fun looking.

I know a nice Calypso 28 for sale for less than half your budget, and it gets under Potter bridge more often than a lot of boats.

Such devastating news Alan, Can I offer my deepest condolences to you and your family, although any words are inadequate to describe what you are all feeling now. My thoughts and prayers are offered to you all. Mark

My view this morning, 3 hours after high tide.

It probably sank under the weight of the contravention notices.

I am a retired gynecologist, but I like to .....better stop there or I will be modded

I have been moored in BGM for 8 years and never seen a chippy, where is it

Could the 4th tank be a separate fresh water flows tank for the heads, I have this arrangement on the Calypso, is there a filler point nearby?

Not a boat owner, no ropes to the post

Unless it is pumped ? I have a manual pump toilet with the waste tank base level with the pump. Hopefully it must have some sort of one way valve.

Part of the problem is getting permits to collect from councils. We have to jump through a lot of hoops to collect from stations but it sorted out enmass. The other reason is many stores and organizations collect in house. More people give via the website and using text donations, this actually increases the amount donated, £5, £10 or more as opposed to change from their pocket.

This was my (limited) view today, I am that bear 5 hours collecting at London stations, The generosity of people never ceases to amaze me. Over £20,000 raised by Kent Round Tables in 2 stations today. Other Tables were collecting throughout the country. Nationally the total should exceed £150,000. The fortitude of the parents and the incredible bravery of the children helped by Children in need is humbling. The second photo is checking the forum

Well done Robin,

Remembering all those who fought and survived, but bore the scars until they died. The Dad who cried silent tears every Remembrance Day for the brother in arms killed next to him in Egypt and many others. The Father in Law reported as missing at sea, presumed dead, three times, The uncle who would only ever say he fought at Montecassino. The Mother in law who still mourns her fiancee who was killed on the very last day of WW 2. The ravages of war that last a lifetime. There but not there.

Matron and the grandchildren made this wreath during the week.

Unknown, but not forgotten. Remembrance Sunday On a cold November Sunday morn, an old man sits a while Looking though old photographs, he can’t help but smile They’re all there, all the boys, with hair cut short and neat Uniforms of khaki, strong black boots upon their feet. They met as strangers but soon became like brothers to the end Smiling at the camera, there could be no truer friends. They all took the Queen’s shilling, went off to fight the hun, Soon learnt the pain of loss once the fighting had begun. So many never made it home, lost on foreign shores Many more were injured and would be the same no more. The old man’s eyes mist with tears as he remembers every face Each of his fallen brothers and the killing which took place He proudly dons his beret, his blazer and his tie For today he will remember the ones who fell and died. On his chest there is a poppy, a blaze of scarlet on the blue He steps out into the cold, he has a duty he must do Once at the cenotaph he stands amongst the ranks Of those who marched to war and those who manned the tanks, He bows his head in reverence, as the last post begins to play And he wonders what will happen at the ending of his days Will anyone remember? Will anybody care? About the lads so far from home whose life was ended there? I wish that I could tell him, that he should fear not For this soldier and his brothers will NEVER be forgot We owe a debt of gratitude that we can never pay And this country WILL remember them, on each Remembrance day. Maria Cassee