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Monday, November 2, 2015
Musings of a senior citizen.
email from Kamalini Kanapathippillai
Happiness is always within reach.
Enjoy life and don't make it complicated. Life is too short. Work as if it was your first day.
Forgive as soon as possible..
Love without boundaries.
Laugh without control and never stop smiling.
Please pray for those suffering from cancer.
Most of all, please keep this going





Happiness is always within reach.
Enjoy life and don't make it complicated. Life is too short. Work as if it was your first day.
Forgive as soon as possible..
Love without boundaries.
Laugh without control and never stop smiling.
Please pray for those suffering from cancer.
Most of all, please keep this going

Sunday, November 1, 2015
George and the Dragon
email from Milroy dbs
A poor vagabond,
travelling a country road in England,
tired and hungry, came to a roadside inn with a sign reading: "George and the Dragon." He knocked.
The innkeeper's wife stuck her head out a window. "Could ye spare some food?" he asked.
The woman glanced at his shabby clothes and obviously poor condition.
"No!" she said rather sternly.
"Could I have a pint of ale?"
"No!" she snapped again.
"Could I at least sleep in your stable?"
"No!"
By this time, she was fairly shouting.
The vagabond tried again: "Might I please...?"
"What now?" the woman interrupted impatiently.
"D'ye suppose I might have a word with George?"
The innkeeper's wife stuck her head out a window. "Could ye spare some food?" he asked.
The woman glanced at his shabby clothes and obviously poor condition.
"No!" she said rather sternly.
"Could I have a pint of ale?"
"No!" she snapped again.
"Could I at least sleep in your stable?"
"No!"
By this time, she was fairly shouting.
The vagabond tried again: "Might I please...?"
"What now?" the woman interrupted impatiently.
"D'ye suppose I might have a word with George?"
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