If Life were a Game of Monopoly

Vest Say's, if life were a game of Monopoly, the first acquisitions on my agenda would be a waterworks and a power station, followed by St Pancras station, preferable to the other stations.
Combining these monopolies to work as a smoothly running machine would be my first objective, and the power station being the main player in the game would have to be powered with a sensible selection of fuels such as proteins carbohydrates veggies vitamins and minerals plus a clean water supply. St Pancras station would get a face lift, and its major engine named New Pancreas, it having replaced the former engine called 'Cloggedupanstuffedstonehengine'. nicknamed cloggers. Poor cloggers never had a good start in life and many pancreas'es were deprived of the easy to deal with fuels as described above, due to either the owners ignorance being not able to understand the proper procedure; but mainly because clogger's owner for example was desperately deprived and had to rely on a diet of watery porridge dripping sandwiches and mangold wurzels, poor cloggers efficiency never recovered from this early abuse and has struggled bravely with the fat distribution equation, despite receiving its proper Atkins Diet cloggers moving parts are too worn and beyond economical repair to perform proficiently. At the lower end, the waterworks which was given a new lease of life back in 92 has become sluggish and its frequent em missions are becoming anti social and sleep depriving and I suspect it could be masterminding my lack of activity in the boudoir.
Putting it all together, there have been tests to determine the problems involved, like U/samps blood tests and a renal scan, all will be divulged on Wednesday 16 inst my 82nd birthday, Little wonder cloggers is fairly stuffed. Tues 15th my sis Ruth's Birthday, St Swithins day. HBTY. Also 11 am I have to attend my Assoc AGM. So if I slacken off a bit you will have some idea what is happening. ok.

Be back soon, Have a wonderful BASTILLE DAY, VEST.


Anonymous said…
sounds like you are in deep shite vestie, my mum sends her love , iwould too but im not like that hope you get better soon mate.
Anonymous said…
Hope you get a good roll of the dice Vesty and some good news. Mike.
Lord Sedgwick said…
Happy birthday Vestibule. Have lots of birfday cake with all its lashings of sugary, creamy, cloggery goodness. :0)
Anonymous said…
there have been tests to determine the problems involved, like U/samps blood tests and a renal scan, all will be divulged on Wednesday 16 inst my 82nd birthday,

Dont worry VEST
u r loved

by Rm
by K
by me

by Jesus
Anonymous said…
I love you too vestie, happy birthday and i hope all goes well.
Anonymous said…
I love you too
when is your bday ?
krystyna said…
Happy Birthday to you Vest!

I wish you good health, happiness and a lot of blessings!
I like your fantastic sense of humor, it is the best medicine.
Anonymous said…
In life, we all lean on something or some one to survive. No one is independent of that. So what/who is the pillar in your life?

it must be Mary
I cudnt find a pillar for my self

cud I borrow yours, when I need one?
Anonymous said…

You may have thought I didn't see,
Or that I hadn't heard,
Life lessons that you taught to me,
But I got every word.

Perhaps you thought I missed it all,
And that we'd grow apart,
But Dad, I picked up everything,
It's written on my heart.

Without you, Dad, I wouldn't be
The man I am today
You built a strong foundation
No one can take away.

I've grown up with your values,
And I'm very glad I did;
So here's to you, dear father,
From your forever grateful kid.

Son of Vest, Timmy
Anonymous said…
Happy Birthday Vest. May you live long and prosper ... to enjoy many, many more.
Hope you get cake, candles and lots of love and pressies from all the fam.
Bless you.
Anonymous said…
The Popular Mule

A newlywed farmer and his wife were visited by her mother, who immediately demanded an inspection of the place. While they were walking through the barn, the farmer's mule suddenly reared up and kicked the mother-in-law in the head, killing her instantly.
At the funeral service a few days later, the farmer stood near the casket and greeted folks as they walked by. The pastor noticed that whenever a woman would whisper something to the farmer, he would nod his head "Yes" and say something. Whenever a man walked by and whispered to the farmer, he would shake his head, "No" and mumble a reply. Curious, the pastor later asked the farmer what that was all about.

The farmer replied, ''The women would say, 'What a terrible tragedy' and I would nod my head and say, 'Yes, it was.' The men would ask, 'You wanna sell that mule?' and I would shake my head and say, 'Can't. It's all booked up for a year.'"

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Anonymous said…
Those of you who visit Anon 3 and click on (Vest) will get to a blog named INMNUTSINCAPS, where an exaltation of my hubby can be read.I myself am aware hubs never aspired to such a great nautical altitude, however I cannot dispute the other gestures of goodness, but take the other romantic segments with a pinch of salt, but possibly was an apprenticement, for his final escapade with yours truly. thank you for the niceties.

Anonymous said…

im moving to brisbane this friday, i have my Daughters and my brother Andrews blessing
a truck will arrive over the next two days please have them deposit my gear into the unused space provided by your goodself

i will send another truck to collect once established

lifes fast , and im not missing this open door

love forever timmy

ps cats too sorry

Timmy (Son of Vest)
Vest said…
Cats too!!! (TIHSYLOH), lets see um ! shark bait, the pound, shot gun, no no not that, but euthanasia a strong possibility.
MARIA said…
Happy Birthday to you Vest!

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