My friend was showing me his tool shed and pointed to a ladder. “That's my stepladder,” he said. "I never knew my real ladder.”

 Peter is too busy downsizing to post.

At least Roberto made an effort, but all he posted was a picture.

What the hell is that supposed
to mean?

Well, I suppose it does look a bit like Peter.

Can you see the similarity?
PETER IS NOT ANGRY
Peter is disappointed in you

Look at the turtle again and imagine that his whole body is a face.

Today is Armistice Day. I will play The Last Post at 11am, on the 11th day of the 11th month.

Shelley will be there, but I'll be lucky if two or three other people turn up. There will be no representatives from the RSA. So, why do I do it?

This photo was taken when the RSA, and a man
in a skirt, used to turn up.

  It was taken in 2017, as was this next shot.

Notice the way W. E. Prouse's name is spelt. Everyone spells my name that way in Wainuiomata.

So, why do I still do it after all these years (I started doing it before 2017)? Well, I'm worried that people might just show up and there will be no one to play The Last Post. 

I tried to line up a friend to take over playing The Last Post on ANZAC Day a few years back. He said that it would be an honour, but then he told the organisers that he wanted to be paid.

WHAT?

There are some things that you just don't get paid for, and that YOU SHOULD NOT EXPECT TO GET PAID FOR!

Like playing music at a funeral.

Ah well, it takes all sorts.

At least I don't live in America - the land of the super rich.

That's it from me this morning.

Ciao tutti.