This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth,
This realm, this England!
When a window is specified by an architect on a plan or drafting, it's the width first then the height.
If you're reading this in England don't mention football, not this morning. Still, we'll have a new manager by lunchtime and the World Cup will be ours! Rob when I read that I can understand why the rest of Europe wants to come and live here. Nice.
Pete.
"Hell is where the police are German and the cooks are English"
- Colin Fletcher (RIP)
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