Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.

What's up with that? Regent Street, Sandy Bay. October 2011.

Busy busy busy!

Comments

Roddy said…

Is the tree still alive? I see it's bark is peeling!
In earlier times,(I was going to say), in my day, they would strip the bark and then soak the pole in arsenic for a while before using it as a telegraph pole.
How times have changed.

26 October 2011 at 17:40

Mrsupole said…

Being up the pole is right up my hubby's alley. But it does look like that pole might need to be replaced. Not sure I would want hubby climbing up one that looks like it is coming apart.

Love the saying. With all the money that everyone spends to look like someone else, is there anyone who is happy with themselves nowadays?

Maybe mirrors are not such a good thing. I try to tell others that it is not what is on the outside that counts, it is how you treat others that truly counts. Maybe I should also add, how you treat yourself counts too.

God bless.

26 October 2011 at 17:40

Kris McCracken said…

Roddy, madness!

Mrsupole, I try to avoid mirrors at all costs. My knees already let me know often enough that I'm getting old.

1 November 2011 at 14:20

Mad as hell

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This will hurt me...

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