I have been tagged by Puss-in-Boots .

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves.
Here are my seven random facts:

1 I love my family dearly.
2 I am a Mother of4 all married, and Nan of 12 and step Nan of 4
3 I enjoy most seafoods, I detest Oysters Yuk!
4 I love watching Mcleods Daughters ( Aussie Television Show) I tape it if I go out .
5 I play Lawn and Carpet bowls (See September Post)
6 I love most vegetables specially Brussel sprouts.
7 And Last of all I like a good Brandy and Dry Ginger Ale with plenty of ice

Now I tag
Gwen
Val
Lee-ann
Gina
Rachel

Now to end with a story
This is truly a heart-warming story about the bond formed between a
little girl and some construction workers. This makes you want to
believe in the goodness of people and that there is hope for the
human race.
A young family moved into a house next door to a vacant lot. One day a
construction crew turned up to start building a house on the empty lot.
The young family's 5-year-old daughter naturally took an interest
in all the activity going on next door and started talking with the workers.
She hung around and eventually the construction crew, all of them gems-in-the-rough, more or less... adopted her as a kind of project mascot.
They chatted with her, let her sit with them while they had coffee and lunch breaks, and gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important.
At the end of the first week, they presented her with a pay envelope containing a dollar.
The little girl took this home to her mother who said all the appropriate words of admiration and suggested that they take the dollar she had received to the bank the next day to start
a savings account. When they got to the bank, the teller was equally
impressed with the story and asked the little girl how she had come
by her very own pay check at such a young age.
The little girl proudly replied, "I worked all last week with a construction crew building a house."
My goodness gracious," said the teller, "and will you be working on the house again this week, too?"
The little girl replied... "I will if those useless people at Bunnings ever bring us the f*cking plasterboard."

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spuds

Old Sean lived alone in Ireland. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Mick, who used to help him, was in an English prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Mick,
I am feeling a rite down because it looks like I won't be able to plant me potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad.

A few days later he received a letter from his son:
Dear Father,
For CHRIST'S SAKE, don't dig up the garden! That's where I buried all them feckin' BODIES!
Love, Mick.

At 4 am the next morning, a dozen agents from Scotland Yard and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden down to a depth of about 6'. That evening, not finding any bodies, they apologized to the old man and left. The next day the old man received another letter from his son:

Dear Father,
Go ahead and plant yer spuds now. It's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Mick.