That’s our Soo - the Accidental (or should that Accidentoo?) Roo, last seen trying to appease the late lamented Katie: Free Range Eggs, & other Musings
He’s grown into quite the charmer, I have to say.
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Handsome. Bet he knows it, too.
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May I just comment the cellarites for their superhuman restraint in terms of comment on the Accidentoo Roo. - are you all feeling quite well?
And no, don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean.
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No pretence: I don’t. What do you mean, Gus?
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(Someone has to be the sucker.)
The obvious comment on that superb picture of a fine specimen of a bird being ‘Oh, what a magnificent cock’. Thassorl.
You might regret the phrasing of the post to which I am replying now, but you did ask 
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Which is why we tend to refer to him as a roo! TBH I thought it was going to be about the name, which Janie picked up on when I first mentioned him: Free Range Eggs, & other Musings
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I am using Memory. The stuff between my ears as opposed to the bit of a computer that I am not at all sure I understand.
Gawds, FantaFish
Not sure I have any of that left
Flumps & looks around for an 'Normous Drink
It has been a bitovva day here
Carinthia.xx
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You aintarfavin those at the moment, are you?
Slammer?
(I was going to bed, you do realise that don’t you?)
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Thank-you, FantaFish
Yerss
Had a visit from the Police to say that my NDNs had been burgled on Monday night & they wondered if they had crossed my garden to get away
Sigh
Only Cats & Bluddy Foxes cross my garden, onna daily basis
Heard of another death too, so it’s all fun here ATM
F’Dave did the Service/MOT/put me a Noo Battery on though, so that’s 1 less thing on me List
Thank-you for the drink
Carinthia.xx
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Car batteries don’t seem to last as well these days. Though I’ve been lucky recently.
yardarm
since I’m here…
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You were luckier than a friend of mine who lived in a five-storey house with a small back yard and a garage at the end of it. The police were Hotly Pursuing someone one night across the front of her house, and one of them enthusiastically broke into her garage to make sure the villain had not managed to scale the eighteen foot wall which would have given access to this yard but which led nowhere further, in order to get cornered behind her house.
After several weeks she and her husband gave up trying to get any compensation for the destruction and paid for a new garage door so that villains would not have access to the basement through the unclosable remains the police had left behind them.
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That sounds eminently Plod to me. Numpties.
Mind you, my maternal grandfather was a Met. policeman and by no means a numpty, so it doesn’t follow. A cousin, on the other hand…
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It wasn’t the numptieness that upset her; it was the blank refusal to admit that the incident had happened at all. And that includes the hot pursuit, with the helicopter hovering overhead, the entire neighbourhood woken and leaning out of windows to see what was going on, and the solitary crash from the back of her house, where she could see policemen gathered in the mews-bit where there was access to her garage when she rushed to that side of the house to see what the hell was going on.
That won’t have been the actual policemen, it will have been whatever bureaucratic wunch of bankers in charge of the police (not) paying compensation to the public when things have got (sniff) Broke.
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The battery is 6 years old & was becoming unreliable, unfortunately.
I don’t use the car every day, but need it to start, when I do IYSWIM
I will take advantage of the Yardarm, as there is Sortage & Flingage taking place at Carinthia Towers today
Liberates Pitcher
Carinthia.xx
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Everyone but me seems to be sorting and flinging at the moment. It isn’t that I don’t need to, it is that I am all sorted and flinged out for a bit, which is Wet and Weedy. No doubt as the weather improves I will feel more like it until it becomes too hot for that sort of thing.
I’m full of admiration for the industrious flingers of this world.
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Not Wet & weedy at all, although both are appropriate forra Fish
This year, I decided that I wasn’t going to ‘give up’ anything for Lent, rather, push myself & do things which I really don’t want to do. Have had modest success so far, & 1 or 2 (in my eyes) real achievements
Howsummevva
I have had a really good idea, but to make it work I need to find 2 photographs
There are 3 carrier bagsful of Fambly Photies at the back of a cupboard which I have ignored/avoided for years
I hope that the Bluddy Photies are in the first one…
It’s Grand National Day too, which is nothing in the grand scheme of things, but was a bitovva Fambly Day at Carinthia Towers.
Carinthia.xx
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I was given a word of advice by my Mother (who knew everything) about Family Photos. This came on an occasion on which we had just inherited a second lot from a deceased sister and she was trying to put them into some sort of order.
She said: “If I can’t immediately recognise anyone in one of them, I am never going to and nor will anyone else. If there is no date on the back, I will never know when they were either. Trying to work these things out will merely take a long time and will never succeed, and old photographs burn beautifully on a bonfire.”
She added thoughtfully that nobody would ever know, or miss them, either.
I can safely say that I have never missed having any picture which my mother did not know enough about to be able to label on its back, and that the unnamed-and-undated pictures I do have in an album which had a few unnamed-and-undated portraits are simply pictures of an Edwardian man with sidewhiskers and a cap or a Victorian woman posing with a baby in a lace cap, and mean nothing to me whatever beyond those facts. One of them may be Great-Uncle Ernest or Great-Aunt Louise, but I shall never know it.
(And writing on the backs of photos does not work: it smears and becomes impossible to read. Only sticky labels have any hope of legibility in fifty years’ time, and they come unstuck eventually. The only safe thing is an album, with what and when and who it is written under each picture in it. And then nobody ever looks at them.)
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Part of the Grand Plan is to box them up for my Stepchildren, but the two I need are for me to get enlarged/framed/sorted , so I will have to scrabble over a few piles of memories to get there
I am Pondering, & a most suitable displacement activity has presented itself:
After the car was returned yesterday, I drove to the carpet shop, where they sell, amongst the carpets, rugs & everything else, very heavy-duty industrial type ‘carpeting’ suitable as a hall-runner. The front door is the only one I use, & the previous runnner, whilst great to look at, was too soft & tempting for the vacuum cleaner to eat…
The stuff I have bought is water & rot-proof & will stay where it is put, & not curl & thus be eaten by the hoover
Hey Ho
The excitement…
Carinthia.xx
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You really do know how to live. Have a swift slammer to see you reinvigorated?
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