' it would be better if you scratch my back and 'l'll scratch yours'...,
Comment by DTease on 10th April 2019 at 09:33
Looks like they are in danger of disappearing up their own exhaust pipes!
Comment by Poet on 10th April 2019 at 13:00
Jeremy and Theresa.
Comment by Veronica on 10th April 2019 at 13:52
Then Theresa will disappear into the sunset
after all the 'scratching'!
Comment by Pat McC on 10th April 2019 at 16:40
Comment by Alan on 10th April 2019 at 16:48
They are NOT scratching, they are sleeping.
Comment by DTease on 10th April 2019 at 17:50
I'm very upset, 'cos it's really a farce
To be sleeping like this
With ones head up ones a---
Comment by Veronica on 10th April 2019 at 18:04
You are not telling me anything I don't already know O Fount of all knowledge Alan...A bit of humour in what they look like they are doing that's all... Don't get your feathers ruffled!
Comment by Poet on 10th April 2019 at 20:05
Echoes of the Dead Parrot sketch there Alan.
Comment by irene roberts on 10th April 2019 at 20:14
Howard and Marina in disguise. "I think we've really cracked it this time, Marina"...... "OHHHHH, HOWARD!"
Comment by Veronica on 10th April 2019 at 23:08
Does anyone remember the saying ' Go 'n' run a duck - (till it quacks') ? I know my mother used to say it years ago - I have never heard it since until a short while ago. I nearly collapsed laughing as it was a very elderly lady who was being teased by a chap. She wasn't standing any nonsense from him!
Comment by Philip G. on 11th April 2019 at 08:33
I seem to recall it Veronica. And I've just discovered a TS Eliot line which surely sits alongside your lovely: "Lor-love-a-duck, it's the missus!".
Comment by Veronica on 11th April 2019 at 09:44
Thank you Philip - forgot to say what a very interesting photo of the ducks.
Must say I was 'put off' TS Elliot with 'The Wasteland'. I heard a recording of him reciting it many years ago....
Comment by Philip G. on 11th April 2019 at 16:14
No problem Veronica. I gave the recording a play a few moments ago, and Strewth! . . . it isn't half treacly, . . . nay, . . . nor is it for me. And nor, is the poem familiar to me?, but I'll probably give that a decent whirl later. Take care.
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