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  • Apple Tree Crafts Is coming of age !

    Just the 3 posts to go for jules to join the 1k plus club..

    Well done

    Will it be any better than peters
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    Some people make chatting an olympic sport!!
    full time mum and very very part time crafter.

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    • #3
      Mr Media, can we start a new thing where for every post we write, we get £1?
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      • #4
        I'd have a concerted effort at that rate!!!
        full time mum and very very part time crafter.

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        • #5
          Originally posted by Seahorse View Post
          Mr Media, can we start a new thing where for every post we write, we get £1?
          The forum gets £1 .. cool.. yep sounds good.. To host your posts now costs £1 a post lol

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          • #6
            Originally posted by 0103media View Post
            The forum gets £1 .. cool.. yep sounds good.. To host your posts now costs £1 a post lol


            Noooooooooooooo, I meant you pay us a pound a post!!...hoho.
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            • #7
              1000...here it is...

              As Peter put poetry on his 1000th post, this is my favourite; I had to learn it at school, and say it aloud to 1000+ kids....

              This is the Night Mail crossing the border,
              Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
              Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
              The shop at the corner and the girl next door.
              Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:
              The gradient's against her, but she's on time.


              Thro' sparse counties she rampages,
              Her driver's eye upon the gauges.
              Panting up past lonely farms
              Fed by the fireman's restless arms.
              Striding forward along the rails
              Thro' southern uplands with northern mails.



              Winding up the valley to the watershed,
              Thro' the heather and the weather and the dawn overhead.
              Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder
              Shovelling white steam over her shoulder,
              Snorting noisily as she passes
              Silent miles of wind-bent grasses.


              Birds turn their heads as she approaches,
              Stare from the bushes at her blank-faced coaches.


              Sheepdogs cannot turn her course;
              They slumber on with paws across.
              In the farm she passes no one wakes,
              But a jug in the bedroom gently shakes.

              Dawn freshens, the climb is done.
              Down towards Glasgow she descends
              Towards the steam tugs yelping down the glade of cranes,
              Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces
              Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen.


              All Scotland waits for her:
              In the dark glens, beside the pale-green sea lochs
              Men long for news.

              Letters of thanks, letters from banks,
              Letters of joy from the girl and the boy,
              Receipted bills and invitations
              To inspect new stock or visit relations,
              And applications for situations
              And timid lovers' declarations
              And gossip, gossip from all the nations,
              News circumstantial, news financial,
              Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in,
              Letters with faces scrawled in the margin,
              Letters from uncles, cousins, and aunts,
              Letters to Scotland from the South of France,
              Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands
              Notes from overseas to Hebrides
              Written on paper of every hue,
              The pink, the violet, the white and the blue,
              The chatty, the catty, the boring, adoring,
              The cold and official and the heart's outpouring,
              Clever, stupid, short and long,
              The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong.

              Thousands are still asleep
              Dreaming of terrifying monsters,
              Or of friendly tea beside the band at Cranston's or Crawford's:
              Asleep in working Glasgow,
              asleep in well-set Edinburgh,
              Asleep in granite Aberdeen,
              They continue their dreams,
              And shall wake soon and long for letters,
              And none will hear the postman's knock
              Without a quickening of the heart,
              For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?



              Jules
              Apple Tree Crafts
              www.appletreecraftfairs.com

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              • #8
                Hello Jules happy 1000th!!!

                Now what the hell am I going to do for mine you just stole my best line.

                Congrats. You little gas bag you!!


                Cheers.

                Lisa

                Bowed Over
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                www.bowedover.co.uk

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                • #9
                  You had to learn all of that!!!!Blimey!

                  I learnt the Ducks Ditty form Wind in the Willows, maybe i shall recite that when I reach 3,000 posts.
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                  • #10
                    Oh god! I am sooooooooooo sorry Jules..........I missed this. Happy 1000th!! We had an awful english master made us recite that poem - I was into Edward Lear at the time, so you can guess how much notice I took! It's nice to actually read the words!

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                    • #11
                      How Old....

                      ....do I feel? I know it's not like a birthday, but still......oh, no - I can't find the 'decrepid' (sp) smiley....

                      Even after school, I still love that poem. I loved english at school. Actually I just loved school......(spot the swot)

                      Jules
                      Apple Tree Crafts
                      www.appletreecraftfairs.com

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