Years ago, two eastern cedar trees seeded in the powerline right of way. Bruce dug them up and planted one in front of the old corncrib and the other close to the side of our house. The one in front of the corncrib struggled for years to amount to something and finally died.
Often when we inquire about a new service, we’re told the price of “the most popular” rather than the most economical option. You have to inquire to find out about such choices. A telecommunications provider may tell you their package will cost $32/month with taxes for unlimited calling, but if you inquire they may have a $14/month package for unlimited incoming calls and 500 minutes of outgoing calls.
I suppose in this county, and in this country, at this time of life, we need to overcome our lack of ambition. We are going to need to work. Hard. Black Friday 2015: Was it a success or a damp squib in the North East?Dozens of shoppers got up early to bag bargains at North East stores but there were no huge crowds13:12, 27 NOV 2015Black Friday 2015: Shoppers queue in NewcastleGet what’s on updates directly to your inbox+ SubscribeSee our privacy noticeThank you for subscribing!Could not subscribe, try again laterInvalid EmailIt was supposed to be one of the busiest shopping days of the year.But there were no signs of huge crowds gathering outside North East stores on Black Friday.So has the event worked this year or was it a damp squib?What is Black Friday? Black Friday was originally an American tradition, and takes place on the first Friday after Thanksgiving. In recent years, UK retailers have joined in so bargain hunters here can get their hands on massive discounts in the run up to Christmas.What time did it start? Black Friday went live from midnight on November 27, with many online retailers slashing prices. A string of high street stores across the region then opened their doors between 5am and 6am.
When he starts talking about his vampiric bowel movements, or questions whether Lili Taylor has ever read Naked Lunch, there’s a much needed dose of humor in an otherwise terminally unfunny affair. Chirpy “classic” pop songs populate every third scene. It has no structure, just a jumble of interconnected stories some little dramas, some little comedies about love, flirtation, courtship and heartbreak, all of which will pay off just in time for a lovely London Christmas.It’s the kind of pandering, populist movie in which Hugh Grant, playing the prime minister of England, joyously shakes his booty to The Pointer Sisters’ “Jump (For My Love)” until he suddenly, to his great embarrassment, realizes he’s being watched.No, not Fabio.