Boggle ye not
Observe the handle of the pot and look closely at the people above it
If that ain’t rude well nothing is…
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I think gentility is more of a misposition here.
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I might have just slightly exaggerated, when I described myself as genteel. Just a teeny bit.
Akshully sweet soo, I see no reason why it shouldn’t be possible to be sweet and course at the same time. Like, um, lumpy jam.
Hmm, that was meant to be a compliment. Not sure it quite worked.
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Whilst we have blustery sunshine here, I am going to walk to the shop & collect my newspaper
Forecast of rain at 7pm
Carinthia.xx
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I’ve just finished this year’s Hugo-nominated novels. Sparrer’s Reviews In A Negshell:
The Calculating Stars, by Mary Robinette Kowal: dreary drudgery in an alt-fifties setting with better space development but same old sexism. I know that’s the point, but you’re taking a lot of words to make it. No interesting characters either. (Also first of a series.)
Record of a Spaceborn Few, by Becky Chambers: marvellous. She’s developed amazingly as a writer even since her earlier excellent books. Third of a series, but you don’t have to have read the earlier ones.
Revenant Gun, by Yoon Ha Lee: pretty good, but the first in the series was wonderful (and, I thought, deserving of a Hugo it didn’t get), and this isn’t as good as that. Third of a series, and you really do have to have read the earlier ones.
Space Opera, by Catherynne M. Valente: I normally don’t get on with Valente, but a has-been glam rocker has to compete in Space Eurovision to avoid the destruction of the Earth? Yeah, I’m there. Reminds me of Douglas Adams in his early days, before everyone was happy just to publish his laundry lists.
Spinning Silver, by Naomi Novik: effective Russian fairy tale but more dreary drudgery as it goes on and on and on with little or no characterisation.
Trail of Lightning, by Rebecca Roanhorse: OK, I guess, but when it turns out everything about the heroine has been set up to be that way by an abusive man I stop thinking it’s really a woman’s story any more. (Also first of a series.)
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Very interesting reviews, Hedgers. I’ll dwell upon them - thank you.
Stuffed courgettes (no smut) for dinner and couscous to accompany them. Cheap and cheerful.
Soo xx
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Are you going to start a Christmas Fund, Soo? I arsk, because I am still in possession of the tin my mother used for our school dinner money .I know that I am 60, & far away from school dinners, but this particular tin became used for special savings by my mother, until her death 22 years ago. It was still in use 3 years ago, but for important weekly things
Carinthia.xx
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In my case make that 3am, New Year’s Day 1975.
I’m getting by.
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I have saved for Christmas since I told Mam that I would cater for the Day and the following one, Carinthia. Many, many years ago. She was aghast that I’d be running around after all of ‘them’, I said I didn’t mind, so we came to a compromise - we’d each save £10 per week and as many of the elements as possible (pre-prepared veg, etc.) would be bought in. Luxuries would be possible and my life had to be as easy as it could be. I still save money (I have £380, thus far) in a Basildon Bond envelope, but don’t have to cater for Steps, now.
Soo xx
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Gawds
My Mum used Basildon Bond too
Hugs
Carinthia.xx
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Lightweight!
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That’s when Armers switched to rum?
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I imagine he’s always been a touch rum, myself
(But we loves you anyway, Armers dere)
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Oddly enough. Guiness with Rum & Black chaser was the next spirit I did but only a few years later. Sometimes, I’m ashamed to say, the R&B went IN the Guiness. 
It all came to a halt one evening in Windermere.
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Ye have a right to blush, Armers.
But you’re amongst friends.
Soo xx
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It’s Freda and Filey all over again…
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Taps nose…It’s The Case Of the Coughing Parrot, innit.
Nope, I haven’t a clue, joe.
Soo xx
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The Internetty fell over whilst I wasn’t looking
Sigh
An Medicinal Summat maybe required…
Carinthia.xx
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[pour
ity] [pourity]
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The room’s spinning, Hedgers. How big a measure wozz that?
Soo xx
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