Happy Easter for those as does Easter
I will admire my pistachio stash the Bull bought me - a year’s supply of pistachio and milk chocolate truffles as I prep the wee small huge lump of Spring lamb in the fridge for dinner this evening
Roast lamb savoy cabbage beans steamed potatoes and mint gravy and sauce
How many am I catering to?
A greedy Gus for a start, please, but I will pass on the mint sauce.
[yaaawnity] tseep not helped by Train Problems which led to a 40-minute wait on a windy platform on the way home. But I slept well.
Sauces are always served in jugs for folk to help themselves so you don’t have to endure stuff you dislike
So a Gus a sparrer (it always seems to find where food is happening) a Chatelaine a hive and a dangerous fishy one
After over 70 years of loving dogs and talking to other people’s dogs whenever I get the chance, and most of that time owning dogs, I have just been bitten for the first time ever. Not badly, but still!
The owner of a little white bichon type job managed to let the lead slip through his fingers and it charged at top speed and immediately sank it’s teeth into my calf. Thankfully, I’m wearing fairly heavy weight jeans and the bite grazed rather than sank into my skin, I suspect it would have been another story if I’d had bare legs. Still, a good excuse to spend the rest of the day scented with TCP.
Ouch!
Wee dogs are the worst behaved in my experience
I have a range of scars from numerous beasts I have known
The worst was a sulphur crested cockatoo at Whipsnade zoo
But TCP is a lovely perfume when mixed with the aroma of coal tar soap…
I adore the smell, I suspect because it takes me back to my wonderful grandmother who used to practically bathe me in the stuff if I had the tiniest scratch. I adored her too.
I hope you managed to get a kick in on the snappy little git, TFM.
The fine spaniel below wouldn’t dream of such shocking behaviour. She does make a bit of a mess drinking from a glass though (long and silly story).
I was a bit too taken aback, tbh. Shame.
That spaniel is much more my kind of dog though, lovely.
“I used to be an adventurer like you, until I took a bichon frise to the calf.”
My family’s Airedale used to sit on a bar stool with her pint of Guinness between her paws as she drank from it
She was the dog that kept the Coalman cornered until one of her pack arrived to set him free
The only dog that ever bit me (apart from a Dalmatian who snapped at me by accident because he thought I was stealing his bone; I wasn’t but I was too close to it and he didn’t see who I was, and I have never seen a dog so abject when he realised what he had nearly done) was a corgi. To make matters worse, it was a corgi with whom I stopped for a conversation every day on the walk back from school until one day he upped and took his teeth to me for no discernable reason. Drew blood, and I had to have a horribly painful jab of some sort at the doctor, which when you are six makes a strong impression.
My sympathies were always with the palace staff in the matter of HMtQ’s corgis.
Scar on left wrist from corgi called Chico who belonged to my best friend’s family that I saw daily as they lived in the house accross the road from us
I was 7 and I imagine I hated the tetanus shot just like our Fish here
Such wicked wee brutes that I wish the Andy formally prince of the realm great joy in being bitten regularly by Lizzy Windsor’s beasts
I’ve never been bitten by a Dog, but my beloved Border Terrier once clamped her jaws on my hand as I tried to retrieve a vertebra of unknown origin from her mouth. She was way more horrified than I but, by golly, it hurt.
Tetanus…hmmm…I should probably have had a shot after my latest Great Fall (16 days ago) on a bridle path, given that I had a few cuts and abrasions and my face was coated in mud. I left it too late for anyone to evince any concern and I am not showing any (more than usual) signs of risus sardonicus so I think I’m in the clear.
We had a delicious lamb dinner made by the Embra Crew. Well I did, and we took a mushroom and cashew nut layer and vegan gravy for Mr Discerning Bee. Pud was a steamed lemon dream made by SiL. They all have cold, so I guess we’re doomed.
Soo xx
I think the most recent advice is that you don’t need a tetanus jab if you have been fully immunised with a course of shots over a fourteen year period. This seems to have been routinely done more-or-less since 1961. But if you have had a shot more recently than ten years ago it’ll be fine is the latest rule-of-thumb for travellers to countries where you might have difficulty getting medical treatment.
I cooked lamb marinaded in ginger, garlic & lemon pepper, plus a little oil. Roast potatoes & braised cheesy leeks completed the plate.
I was bitten by an dog in Austria. I walked offsite to an Gasthaus to enquire about the times of evening meals. I was wearing wooden with leather open clogs, & it objected to the noise.
This was in the 1990s when we were camping in our VW Caravette. I returned to the vehicle bleeding & upset & Mr C was obliged to drink some of my Vodka whilst I dealt with it.
Sigh
I cleaned it up with an small amount of Vodka & then drank an extremely large one myself.
We were on our way home, & I think that he foresaw complications & an Orsepiddle visit, but I was fine, if very stiff & sore the next day.
Carinthia. xx
One of the great things about life is that we largely get away with stuff. Slàinte mhath!
Soo xx
[yawnity] tseep? Lie-ins good.
Saw a peacock butterfly today, and a couple of little blue ones, the sort it takes an expert to work out which one the buggers actually are. I am not an expert.
The Cellar has been v quiet, which leads me to suspect that you have all stuck beans up your noses.
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