One of Jay Cool’s handsome ginger-bearded ancestors,
a likely suspect in her investigation to identify
the carrier of the gene responsible for the red-grey hair
currently sprouting out of the mole on her chin!
|A cider lover’s pit stop!|
A Creative Commons image available from Bing
|I’d like to tell you more about the writings on this board, but – it’s all little hazy!|
|A remember-us moment from my travelling ancestors!|
|A dead frog taking it’s last float in a Shropshire Union Canal!|
A gaggle of ladies, the one’s responsible for stealing Jay Cool’s
wig collection – begging for mercy!
Off with their heads! (Why should I suffer alone?)
|The same gaggle of ladies, after giving up their fight for survival!|
|A pair of fascinating tree trunks!|
|Nanna Joan Cool’s hat pins making a last stand!
|Jay Cool’s mole hairs comparing split
ends with each other!
|A selection of peculiar protrusions!|
|Spot the dandelion!|
|Did I walk the length of this canal trail? No!|
|Stowaway Cool sprogs!|
|Anyone out there in need a boat-sitting family?|
Now that I am totally in love with Acton Locks, with all its pins and protrusions, this seems an opportune moment to pull in a few favours. One of more of my ancestors must have given you a helping hand with the loading and lugging of your nineteenth-century limestone and coal cargoes, and I really fancy a canal boat holiday!
Anybody out there willing to lend the Cool family a houseboat?
In return, I will write a ‘viral’ blog about the experience, and you will be inundated with millionaires offering you huge sums of dosh for your accommodation!
|See, the de-wigged Jay Cool does look quite ‘normal’ and trustworthy (ish)!|
Tweet JayCool@JayBangCool, and we’ll do a deal!
But first, I realise that it’s essential to check out whether Aspall’s cider tastes as good at the Queen’s Head as it does at The Red Lion, and proceed to a logical conclusion for this particular pit stop. (It’s okay, Mum – they don’t have mango cider by the barrel here – that’s back in Suffolk, at The Brewery Tap! And, anyway, today’s budget will only stretch to a half-pint! And, yes, the sprogs are safe – why else do you think I have a Hubby, if not to make use of of his Chaffeuring skills? Also, as said previously, the Dacia drives itself! Okay, so perhaps I’m not saying much to reassure you!) Time to get the drinks in.
‘Half an Aspall’s please? And three Pepsi Cola’s!’
‘Hubby, you did say you wanted a Pepsi didn’t you? Hubby?’
Against all probability, Hubby hasn’t vanished. I find him tucked away in a snug, hiding from our squabbling sprogs, and scrutinising an Ordnance Survey map. Will the Dacia really make it another fourteen miles to Chirk? At this point, the reader will be wondering how we made it all the way from Suffolk to Shropshire, if we can’t get from Myddle to Chirk. But, us Cools are in touch with our ancestors. We can slip in and out of different time zones and alternative realities within a moment. And, this Dacia Sandero really is special. It might not be much of a road runner, but it can give Harry Potter’s Nimbus 2000 a flight for its money! But, back to the here and now.
Start, stutter, stall ….. STOP!
Copyright of text and photographs owned by Jay Cool, June 2018
The image of Edward I is labelled Creative Commons and available on Bing.
The ‘executioner’s block’ is Creative Commons http://magicalrealism.wikispaces.com/Execution
Find out more about the excellent Queen’s Head pub at https://www.the-queens-head-oswestry.co.uk/