Cant wait to see whats on that sign

Chad Doveton: Exciting isn't it, vintage.

Goedemorgen Chad,
Hope Vintage is getting well soon......I hope I am getting well too, I am so distressed by all those blind cat eyes, I am always afraid they are run over, just sitting on the road and they can only hear a car coming...can you imagine the heartbeat they must have.....
I am almost off to the trainstation, I do hope the train does not stop at every crossing......it would take a million years to get to Amsterdam.
Je altijd vroege op staanderige vrolijke handige niet zo erg snel op het toetsen bord zijnde briefschrijfster....ik hoop dat je vandaag niet meer 'Darling' genoemd wordt .......

Chad Doveton: Trainstation, translation, crossing, cross eyes, cats eyes, sheeps eyes, Bill Phillips, Chris Phillips, Chad Doveton, genius.

That was fun. Why are you always off to Amsters on the train, Astrid 2000?

As for translating language, out of all the translators at my disposal I am going to say to TranStar, "You're a lightweight, you're no good, you're fired". Look what is said that you posted:- You always cheerful uprights early in handy not so very quickly on the board are keys briefschrijfster .... I hope that you no longer 'Darling' is .......

From the brief and handy, upright and cheery, hope to be darling is...

Astrid didn't even stop for "coughie?!" She just gets so excited about Amsterdam, you know!! Poor cat eyes. Where's Ingrid when we need her!

Chad Doveton: Ingrid is busy nicking my cats eyes and then posting photographs of them in a heap. Cruel!

The Open Road

They were strolling along the high-road easily, the Mole by the horse's head, talking to him, since the horse had complained that he was being frightfully left out of it, and nobody considered him in the least; the Toad and the Water Rat walking behind the cart talking together— at least Toad was talking, and Rat was saying at intervals, 'Yes, precisely; and what did you say to him?'— and thinking all the time of something very different, when far behind them they heard a faint warning hum; like the drone of a distant bee. Glancing back, they saw a small cloud of dust, with a dark centre of energy, advancing on them at incredible speed, while from out the dust a faint 'Poop-poop!' wailed like an uneasy animal in pain. Hardly regarding it, they turned to resume their conversation, when in an instant (as it seemed) the peaceful scene was changed, and with a blast of wind and a whirl of sound that made them jump for the nearest ditch, It was on them! The 'Poop-poop' rang with a brazen shout in their ears, they had a moment's glimpse of an interior of glittering plate-glass and rich morocco, and the magnificent motor-car, immense, breath-snatching, passionate, with its pilot tense and hugging his wheel, possessed all earth and air for the fraction of a second, flung an enveloping cloud of dust that blinded and enwrapped them utterly, and then dwindled to a speck in the far distance, changed back into a droning bee once more.

From''The Wind in the Willows''

richrd

Chad Doveton: Thank for that wonderful piece, Richard.

...and pheasant said to cats eye, "that was a close thing, I nearly got run over". Cats eye looked cross, his eyes narrowing, "Well if you did you would only have yourself to blame. I wish i could run about like you but I have to sit here and sweat it out, can you imagine how stressful that is. And then I see you prancing about standing by the side of the road until a car comes. Then you run out in front of it. You make me sick, serves you right if you get run over" Pheasant walked off sulking but soon forgot his ticking off from cats eye when he spotted another car coming and concentrated hard on getting the moment right to leao out. Oh he did love the fun of watching the drivers faces as the brake or swerve to avoid him. But they don't always...but he wouldn't know that.

The more it snows tiddly pom
the more it goes tiddly pom
the more it goes tiddly pom
on snowing

And nobody knows tiddly pom
how cold my nose tiddly pom
how cold my nose tiddly pom
is growing

Winnie the pooh

Chad Doveton: ta .

This looks very familiar - I'm sure we've been this way before.
Ingrid

Chad Doveton: I am astounded at your suggestion that you have seen this before. There is no real evidence that we have lived past lives and been reborn but some are convinced. The there is the case of Day Jar view. This is when the brain behaves like a '78 with a crack in it. We think we have been there before but it's an ill Lusion.

More coughie please, waitress.

Oh no, he was ruined before I even got to name him. You know how much this distresses me Chad.

Chad Doveton: I am sorry Aussie. Tune in tommorow and all should be well...I hope!

Deep Purple: "Drifter"
Drivin' on a highway going nowhere
Desolation destination
Guess I'll find it somewhere.
I know if there's trouble,
I ain't takin' the blame.
That's why I keep movin'
So nobody knows my name.

I'm running out of gas Chad can we have a petrol station soon?

Chad Doveton: Petrol station coming up soon, Scotia. I see this is a little bit of competition starting up with verse.

I am not really well versed in poetry

Chad Doveton: Oh don't be so modest, Jude.