Possibly it is innate rather than inventive, in which case it is to save them from having to think.
A notice seen today when visiting the Ladies in a tearoom:
Please use the sanitary bin provided. Our drains are delicate. Please do not put Lady Things down the toilet.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or scream.
I would have probably screamed, TFM…
Proffers Restorative Pitchers
Carinthia. xx
PMSL, TFM.
Dearie dearie me, whatever shall I do with my lady-log?
Succeeded in lowerin’ the tone agane, Gus.
I bought an large fresh chicken today in the Co-op. It was an orange sticker offer, & reduced to £4.
Itizz in the oven roasting ATM, & smells devastatingly good.
I do love roast chicken, & find it so versatile.
Carinthia. xx
Steady on there, Dunnock
No sudden movements…
Carinthia. xx
Might spill the gin.
Night all
Goodnight, Twellsy & anyone else going to bed.
Carinthia. xx
I am trying to fit an Noo drive belt to the vacuum cleaner.
I tried yesterday, but still haven’t got enuff oomph in my left arm after my Covid Booster last week.
Hey Ho
Stirfry soup is under way
Carinthia. xx
Historically this garden has always been part of Wrennistan.
But now it’s (autonomously) Corvidia.
Bloody Hell.
A plastic connection to the roller bar for the vacuum cleaner is missing.
I had it 2 days ago.
Carinthia. xx
This is like the small nut that dives down the draincover when you are working on a bike, isn’t it. Much sympathy.
I am so annoyed with myself, Fishy.
I cannot fix the vacuum cleaner without this bit of grey plastic.
Sigh
Have roasted me bones & am now making chicken stock.
Carinthia. xx
I have found it!
It was stuck underneath the bloody machine with a ratty piece of black ‘gaffer’ tape holding it in place.
Carinthia. xx
Huzzah! And also AttaChatelaine!
Gxx
