Hello......

Thank you all for the messages of “Get Wellingness” they are all appreciated. I went to watch the lads rugby on Sunday, drove home and cartwheeled into the vortex. Finally this morning I was able to wander around and think a bit straighter. Not much improvement over my normal condition. :-))
My Fedora was a tad tight on my huge bonce, 63 cm. The Garden Fairy took me to a milliners this morning, down on the Roseland Peninsula. Fascinators to die for, finely made gauze creations to wear on dry days at rugby. The main picture shows an ancient hat stretcher, over a hundred years old, it is unlikely you will see another like it in use today, apparently electricity has replaced hardwood and a steam iron. The hat remains tight, maybe shaving my antique silver locks would produce the required fit. 
The extra is something many ladies may find desirable. We instantly recognised the hat as a 1950s style, as worn by Hepburn and other goddesses. The wooden structure is the mould used to provide a foundation for the milliner. The marks are where pins have been used to hold material in place. 

A quick introduction to a man who is a legend. Harold ‘Podge’ Overbury. Born in a small house next to Eastney Barracks, Southsea. He was a young man destined for the Marines, his mother was a former Wren (Women’s Royal Naval Service), she ran the cookhouse as it was then known. Podge joined as a boy bugler in 1939, aged 12 ½. At breakfast the duty officer asked if there were any complaints. Podge replied, “Yes Sir, this liver and onions is not a fit breakfast.” A normal breakfast of eggs, bacon and fried bread appeared in front of this lad. 
As he went to the cleaning area he was lifted from his feet by a huge Sgt Chef in whites. “That was my breakfast you just ate! Who the **** are you!!!!?” “Bugler Overbury Sgt now put me down or I will make a complaint.” 
The chef went whiter than his whites. “Is Mrs Overbury your mum?” “Yes Sgt.” 
“She doesn’t need to know about this, no harm done, off you go.” 
Mrs Overbury was a classic lioness, looking after and fighting for her cubs. All of whom, and her husband, were Marines. Never wake a sleeping, or working Lioness.