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MM Links September 2011 Week 3
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This is Manx Queenie, moving on …
Having extolled the virtues of my homeland for two weeks, I have to admit that I have spent more time living away from the Isle of Man than I have on it. Having married a Cornishman, I lived in Cornwall for several years and my daughter was born and educated there until the death of my husband when we moved away from his Cornish family to my Manx one and Alexis completed her education on the Island, at the public school where she now works as PA to the Principal.
Life in Cornwall was in many ways idyllic. Other people came on holiday to the sea and the sand, but we actually lived there and I could take my little girl down to the golden sands of Perranporth every Saturday to paddle in the stream and build sandcastles. My husband and I ran a boarding kennels for a short time until his death. These kennels were very run down as they had been on the market for some time, nobody being willing to purchase them because of the Securicor dogs that were housed there. But my husband, loving German Shepherds, simply told me to ignore the end that barked and look at the end that wagged, before going into their cages and giving them a no-nonsense approach that had them eating out of his hand – quite literally.
Having extolled the virtues of my homeland for two weeks, I have to admit that I have spent more time living away from the Isle of Man than I have on it. Having married a Cornishman, I lived in Cornwall for several years and my daughter was born and educated there until the death of my husband when we moved away from his Cornish family to my Manx one and Alexis completed her education on the Island, at the public school where she now works as PA to the Principal.
Life in Cornwall was in many ways idyllic. Other people came on holiday to the sea and the sand, but we actually lived there and I could take my little girl down to the golden sands of Perranporth every Saturday to paddle in the stream and build sandcastles. My husband and I ran a boarding kennels for a short time until his death. These kennels were very run down as they had been on the market for some time, nobody being willing to purchase them because of the Securicor dogs that were housed there. But my husband, loving German Shepherds, simply told me to ignore the end that barked and look at the end that wagged, before going into their cages and giving them a no-nonsense approach that had them eating out of his hand – quite literally.
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