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The Antics of Worth and Gates 147/366


Without dressing it up Worth was very poorly today. Tummyache and backache and being sick made him as weak as a kitten. The pain was excruciating. By three with many tablets it had eased but bitter lemon and chicken soup left him weak. Nurse Gates grabbed some time in the garden in between doing her sterling Florence impersonation.

Gates loves her new toy.


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The Antics of Worth and Gates 146/366


A day at the chemo ward for Worth and Gates. However, an early finish a 16:45 meant they could visit the garden centre. Two containers, two box bushes, a groovy petite hedge trimmer and a cordless drill/ screwdriver were the result of the forage. 

Worth and Gates loved the tiny hedge trimmers and declared themselves very pleased with the results.


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The Antics of Worth and Gates 144/366


Gates has been busy today. First she finished painting the porch, then she scrubbed the mosaic floor in the porch. Not content with this she took ThunderBeast to be cleaned. 

Worth was very impressed when he came home from work. He is now itching to really clean the GP, claybar it, wax and polish it. Worth and Gates seem to be falling in love with this car a little bit more each day. 

Hmm on Friday they head to York for the weekend. Which car to take? Which camera lenses to take? These are the problems Worth likes to deal with. His biggest problem though is having so much love to give to Gates and so little time to give it To His Coy Mistress.

Had we but world enough and time, 

This coyness, lady, were no crime. 

We would sit down, and think which way 

To walk, and pass our long love’s day. 

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side 

Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide 

Of Humber would complain. I would 

Love you ten years before the flood, 

And you should, if you please, refuse 

Till the conversion of the Jews. 

My vegetable love should grow 

Vaster than empires and more slow; 

An hundred years should go to praise 

Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; 

Two hundred to adore each breast, 

But thirty thousand to the rest; 

An age at least to every part, 

And the last age should show your heart. 

For, lady, you deserve this state, 

Nor would I love at lower rate. 

       But at my back I always hear 

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; 

And yonder all before us lie 

Deserts of vast eternity. 

Thy beauty shall no more be found; 

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound 

My echoing song; then worms shall try 

That long-preserved virginity, 

And your quaint honour turn to dust, 

And into ashes all my lust; 

The grave’s a fine and private place, 

But none, I think, do there embrace. 

       Now therefore, while the youthful hue 

Sits on thy skin like morning dew, 

And while thy willing soul transpires 

At every pore with instant fires, 

Now let us sport us while we may, 

And now, like amorous birds of prey, 

Rather at once our time devour 

Than languish in his slow-chapped power. 

Let us roll all our strength and all 

Our sweetness up into one ball, 

And tear our pleasures with rough strife 

Through the iron gates of life: 

Thus, though we cannot make our sun 

Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Andrew Marvell


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The Antics of Worth and Gates 143/366


Worth and Gates had a lovely day out today. First they went to the Pistonheads Sunday Service which this morning was held at the Aston Martin factory at Gaydon. A lot of dreams were to be had there and Aston themselves are not averse to promoting the mythical qualities of their cars. The one above, it would seem has similar abilities to the Son of God, being able to float on water. Unfortunately, the car’s ability to feed five thousand has apparently left a rather unpleasant smell of fish in the cabin.

After this they had a mooch around the large garden centre on the A46 close to Evesham, where an idea for some box trees in square tubs in front of each column of their porch was sewn.

A busy but fun day.


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The Antics Of Worth and Gates 142/366


It was a quiet home day for Worth and Gates. A bit more painting was done on the porch. The FA Cup Final was watched and Manchester United won it but not really in style. 

Worth remembered Utd beating Liverpool in the final years back with Cantona scoring the winner. He remembers that as an epic day. This time he derived more pleasure from successfully executing a sharp photograph of his watch than from the way in which United won the cup. 

Gates also found it less than enthralling. Worth’s cheer at Lindgard’s goal probably disturbed her snooze!

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