Still here, well fed on Stoo.
Cooking Stuff.
In a state of confusion because there are three clocks in the kitchen telling three different times, one of them two hours adrift from the other two, one in line-of sight in my study telling a different time again, and one in the downstairs loo bearing no relation to reality at all (I think it needs a new battery). If I add that my watch doesn’t quite agree with any of them you will understand that I am in temporal chaos here.
Poor Fish with frigged* clocks
Frigging clocks in motor sport are very nasty setting clocks a bit adrift from the official time for the event
Not good but can ensure that the event doesn’t go over the road closing order
The battery of Mr Bee’s favoured (yet frigging) watch went flat, this morning. Calamity! Thankfully, he found another to see him through until Tuesday (Timpson chap in Morrisons). Other than this, we have had a peaceful weekend with GS visiting this morning (we have a nice long corridor for skittles) and a visit to Edinburgh for a tapas-style lunch.
Soo xx
Are you sure that was a good idea, wee Bee? (I trust you have another for Beer.)
Gxx
I am making celery soup, if anyone would like some.
Carinthia. xx
Yes, please.
Gxx
[flappity voosh]
[soggy tappity on the Carinthial winder]
Morning all
Evening, all. We had a run-of-the-mill kinda day. Had DD and GD to visit, which was good.
Soo xx
I am always glad to hear of peaceful run-of-the-mill days! Good for you.
I spent three hours at the local hospital having a gastroscopy, with no immediate results noted as they said they would be able to do (apart from several “not this” ones) but I expect if they find anything dire they’ll tell me before the eight weeks they say I should be sent results in.
Why do I think this? Because it was less then ten days between GP’s referral and appointment being made, and less than a month from referral to appointment, and with the state of the NHS at the moment, that was moving like greased lightning.
I’m glad that the response time was so (relatively) quick for you, Dear Fish. I’ll have everything crossed for you.
Soo xx
How unkind to separate them. And short-sighted. ‘Come and meet the Sweary Parrot Gang. What will they call you?’ would generate quite a bit of interest, I feel.
I miss Titi who was an expert farter much to her amusement
There are times when swearing by proxy might be useful. Titi’s particular forté would not be employed azz bees don’t fart
.
Soo xx
Waving my noo manicure at all of you
The nail polish is called teal shimmer
I loves it
Very glam, Twellsy!
Soo xx

