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Hi everyone, I apologise for not writing much this week but we have been away, I have been trying to relax, and the brilliant news is that Mr Tister is home on one of his lovely visits. It all began a few weeks back with a repetitive "I neeeeeeeeed Grandad" followed by, "Grandad we're coming", only to be informed that they were on their way to Tesco, and not our home on the coast. Poor thing, he must have been crest fallen. But the next day they set out on their seven and a half hour adventure.

Mr Tister is like a whirlwind; and has even taken to encouraging me to make a few things. This morning it was Duplo Space Ships with "four, two, three, balst off" (nope it's not a spelling mistake), whereas this afternoon we dismantled the started and never finished 'n' gauge railway in order to make a flat board and keep it simple i.e. the trains go round and round. You see like Tom on the Apprentice I am also a starter-none-finisher. It started when I became ill and hasn't really re-engaged. I know that I do it, but I can't seem to shake it off. The commentary from Mr Tister has included; "Come-on Grandad" and "Grandad, where are you", and even "Oh, traiiiinsssSSSS! Choo CHOOOOOO". Brilliant; health, happiness and family, that is all that matters.

I have so much to tell you, but as is so often the case there is so much else impacting on my time and focus. Well writing is a passion, but you have to be up for it, even when dealing with your passions. There have been 362 posts over three years, so on average it appears to be one post every three days. Mind you, like today, some days I write more than one post. You know the feeling; when some days are good and other days are bad. So it is more akin to one post every 3.5 days or two posts per week. I'm more of a "Weekend Magazine" than a "Daily Blog". But the frequency is not just about ability, passion, enthusiasm or any other impact. One of my close friends is unwell at the moment and I feel for him as I have been through the wringer so many times. Well, three times to be precise.

So I do apologise that the writing is more often than not ad-hoc rather than 'Daily', but the best intentions are there. When I do pen something you can be assured that it really feels good this end. So with Mr Tister around; the Blog can be placed on the back burner for a few days or at least until late at night. But whoever you are and wherever you are, I sincerely hope that you enjoy and continue to enjoy good health.

Expansion and busy bees

Yep, it may be a shrinking world, but what really gets me is that there is so much going on.

If Facebook is anything to go by, then Jeffers Ghana had a great adventure in part of the airport the other day. Lucky for him that he was trying to pay some import duty and not trying to accompany a friend through to the departure lounge. They don't like that sort of thing in Accra. You only get past the armed guard if you are flying that day. Pilot, Stewardess, or someone with valid travel documents.

But the parcels bit seems a tad more relaxed than the people bit. Electricity and back up generator failure meant lowering an electrical cable out of the window to hook up the supply from somewhere else. Jeffers then popped off to get some petrol to help with starting the standby generator. Gosh, Health and Safety would have a fit back in the UK. People with petrol, cables out of windows, hooking up to a supply from goodness knows where and in whatever condition. The worrying thing about this story is that it all appears to be so matter of fact. As if it's an everyday occurrence to lob the cable out of the window and to go off hunting for petrol. Well I suppose that in some ways it does beat hunting for tigers. Maybe the mid day sun had got to everyone. Indeed when I first read the story, I sent a message, enquiring if Jeffers had changed jobs.

And there was me, thinking that I was a busy bee. You see I have been pottering around outside for a few days and hence the lapse with the Blog. Well, I suppose that the fine sunshine here in Wales was always going to lead to some tidying up in the garden. Mmmmm, almost enough space for me to build an outdoor model railway. Well, maybe not, as Mrs B will have something to say about that idea. Still, I'm in her good books as along with the tidying I also managed to complete a few of those DIY tasks that us men, seem to forever put off for another day.

With it all looking so nice, I wonder if I can convince Jeffers and Tammy to pop over from Africa to enjoy our warm weather and Welsh hospitality? Now that would make for a good 2011.

G-Mac

I don't know who to congratulate first; Rory McIlroy for his stunning performance in winning the 111th U.S. Open, or my friend Francis Cole-Davies on the birth of his first born. Both are significant events for each of them, their family, and their friend, but yet each event is also so different.

Mind you, the feelings of elation, and thoughts about what the future holds probably applies equally to both events that happened yesterday.

I shall get around to writing the next poem in due course, but this one was written this afternoon before I heard the news from my friend.

G-Mac

Who is this McIlroy,
A young son of Ulster,
Age only twenty two,
With a very long swing,
To enhance his golf game.

You know, the one that won,
The U.S. Open that time,
This Ulsterman Rory,
Whose putting did bring,
A top Major to name.

Yes, I know the one,
Scoring minus sixteen,
Over those four long days,
Again did Ireland win,
Golf shall not be the same.

From Holywood this Champion,
Youngest since twenty three,
Two six and eight, his run,
Ball flying like a wing,
Maryland Rory did tame.



Roger Bennett
June 2011

The poem consists of four stanzas set out as a quintet with three feet per line. As usual I exercise my right to be known as the author if anyone tries to use my poem.