Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Friday, April 15, 2016
Loved all the answers to favorite childhood toys Question Of The Week so wanted to share them here with everyone.
A stuffed dog. He was known as pink puppy (though he stopped
being pink after the nurses sterilised him during a hospital stay) and
went everywhere with me. A much loved animal.
And I chose him
myself. My parents took me to a toy store and lined up a selection of
stuffed animals. I chose pink puppy. They mixed the toys around - and I
chose him again.
I had a beautifully made golliwog. Crumbs not PC nowadays but he
was gorgeous. Just thought of him like a teddy bear, not a person. Not
sure what happened to him. My other favourite was a fairy doll, she was
Not sure what happened to them, I think my Mam threw them
out when she moved. Wish she had asked me if I wanted them. I'm such a
hoarder I would still have had them.