Over the last few days I've been putting up pictures & the focus was on our "Kleins' Madel". I make no apologies for this as it was Lilos' swansong & our way of coming to terms with her impending loss.

For some time now she has had cancerous tumours growing & increasing throughout her body. The TierArzt gave her limited time & recommended that we should make the most of the time that remained while we could & we tried, we really tried.

She was allowed a little more leeway as was the norm, more fussing & treats, longer/shorter walks out, we took our lead from her choices, whatever was practical to ease the passing of her last remaining bitter-sweet days.

Today, just before...

Hiya all,

As of late those who browse my postings may have noticed a somewhat erratic & random approach to posting. Instead of orderly regular timings they're proper "Farmer" postings (chucking my muck out at all hours, times & all over the place!) in the main due to having far to much time on my hands, disrupted kip/daily routines out the window & boredom! (always a bad thing when an urchin like me has nothing to occupy or gainfully employ me, ask the Wifey for references! )

The reason for this insouciance? (That's a good word that there ...) My mortal injury as mentioned a wee while back, while doing my daily endeavours & going about my lawful, gainful employment I had the misfortune...

Aye that's right! It's that time of year again when your normally diligent, rule following, "Gutbürgerlich" Germing tends to go a little bit off the rails & becomes this most unusual creature. Cavorting, carousing & quaffing with abandon your average "Oktoberfestler", while not actually breaking any rules they certainly tend to bend them to a certain degree & quite happy to do so it seems. Mind you, the Ale probably has some bearing on this uncharacteristic (for a Germing anyway) outlandish behaviour.

For reasons known to themselves & German antiquity the "Oktoberfest" kicks off in September (I know, or rather I don't, but then again I'm a Johnny foreigner here). Originally...

Hello folks,

It's been a while admittedly since I last graced these pages, I plead mitigating circumstances & idleness for this lapse. Despite a lack of activity here, elsewhere I've been hurtling round like a mad March hare (honest Injun! Can we still say that nowadays or is it going to upset some offendee or other somewhere? Ah Bollix to 'em! I'm to cantankerous to bow to PC & whinging Lefties!) Anyways, like I say, I've been playing catch up with some old comrades from a former age & time, the 80's to be precise, 30+ odd years since!


Can't really say what set me off on this venture, mayhaps a chance to regain some hint of a youth so happily squandered, maybe the looming spectre of a 25th...

Well it's been a while, what with one thing & another of late I've been fairly busy, but after recently posting some piccys on the "T.i.P" side, I was gently prodded to re-establish my dubious writing credentials. So for the interest & delight of some & the groans of long suffering & put upondness from others, here goes!

As most of you are aware "Chez Williams" is located in the land of "Bier & Brattys" on the North German plain area, for the last 17 or so years that little part of Krautyland that had the luxury of hosting this noble Englishman & his vassals & chattels was Bramsche. Not fully understanding their good fortune, the powers that be, the "Stadtrat"...