Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Gold, Silver And Bronze – It’s The Husband Of The Year Awards


“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”

I think watching all the fuss about the Olympics, with all their gold, silver and bronze medals, must be getting to me. It put me in the notion of looking for other awards. So how about Husband of the Year? 
Well, the competition was fierce but eventually the candidates were whittled down to six finalists. You can find out below how they did – and why. 

But first a joke to set the mood. 
Enjoy!



Now for the awards.

The honorable mention goes to:
The United Kingdom

Husband Of The Year - United Kingdom


...followed closely by The United States of America

Husband Of The Year - United States


and then ... Poland

Husband Of The Year - Poland


but the Bronze Medal must go to
Greece

Husband Of The Year - Greece


It was very very close but the runner up prize and Silver Medal was awarded to...
Serbia

Husband Of The Year - Serbia

But the winner and Gold Medal husband/partner of he year has to go to ...
Ireland

Husband Of The Year - Ireland


The Irish are true romantics. Look, he's even holding her hand...

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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Well Done WInston Howes, Who Says Romance Is Dead?




Until I start to write a post I'm never sure just where it is going. Some days it is a rant, some days more humorous, and occasionally it is a day for highlighting the unusual, something that caught my attention in the media. This is one of those latter days.

Today is the story of Winston Howes, perhaps the most unusual farmer in Britain.

Personally I have always been the type of person who likes to give flowers and tributes to people while they are still around to enjoy them, rather than a grand oration at a funeral or a ritual visit to a graveside every anniversary or whatever, after they have passed.

But other people think differently, and there's nothing wrong with that. Most do just what I have said I don't, but Winston Howes, the farmer in Britain has taken it a step farther than most.

Howes' wife for some 33 years Janet died seventeen years ago and he felt he wanted to create a lasting tribute to her memory. So, being a farmer, Howes set aside a 6-acre plot in his 112-acre farm near the town of Wickwar, and spent a week planting six thousand oak saplings, leaving a perfectly heart-shaped clearing in the middle. He also planted daffodils in the middle that bloom every spring.

The heart measures about an acre in size and points to the childhood home of Howes’ wife. It is bordered by a bushy hedge and is only accessible from a track leading to the tip.

Despite it's size it is a private tribute because unless you get an aerial view you would never know it is there at all. Howes has flown over his farm to get the full aerial effect, just like Collett (his late wife) he says, but mostly he just retreats there to the secret meadow to sit and reflect.

So well done, Winston Howes.

Have a look.