Ooo do be careful dear chatelaine
Gas is narsty
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The last time Mr Bee reported a gas ‘smell’, we had yards and more yards of pavement dug up. It seems that the source of the leak took a while to identify and some folks around here were mightily put out by the inconvenience. Clearly, it would have been a good deal less ‘inconvenient’ had we just let the blurry thing splode. Who knew?
Walkies!
Soo xx
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And you’d have had a free fireworks display. I dunno, some people…
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Meanwhile, in a development unexpected to my heat- and humidity-addled state, it turns out that the local pub is full of lovely cool beer.
I may be some little time.
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We expect no less, Hedgers. Yer bee has returned from a healthy 5 miler. Very warm and muggy, but we all enjoyed it.
Soo xx
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Sounds as though Gin may be in order, Soo
5 miles
Respeck
Carinthia.xx
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My Mother would have been 80 today ,& English strawberries would have been bought for her Famous Strawberry Shortcake
She deemed that they would be ‘just right’ from this day, & wouldn’t buy them any sooner
Carinthia.xx
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Yon Bull has been sunstruck
He has committed techie heresy by plonking boxes that things came in in the recycling
I am in shock
He keeps boxes even after the items have gone to computer heaven
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I am not worthy, Carinthia. Of the Respeck, that is. The gin izzan Other Matter.
When our beloved Poppy Dog was with us, I’d walk 6 miles, almost every day. Having a boarding Dog is just great, for me.
Soo xx
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I hope she hasn’t seen me scoffing Scottish strawberries for the past couple of weeks, Carinthia. 80, today…for many reasons that is very sad. Hugs.
Wot’s up with Yon Bull, Twellsy?
I have thought about this question and still arsk it 
Soo xx
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My Maternal Grandmother occasionally broke rank & bought some earlier, but my Mother was implacable on the subject… 
In those days, strawberries were always eaten with cream, & the strawberry shortcake had lots of whipped fresh cream onnit, & the shortcake bit was made wiv butter
I can’t digest cream very well these days, so don’t eat it, but the memories of the sense of occasion are still there
Carinthia.xx
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Methinks an Bottle or two, Soo…
Carinthia.xx 
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Gwan, then!
Soo xx
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I has a very handy bottle-openin’ beak.
Just sayin’.
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Enormous pitcher urgently required, before I make like Sparrer’s Brother and break things.
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Enormous pitcher on its way, just don’t break that.
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Thank you dere. I shall handle it most carefully, never fear
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When you’ve drunk the contents though, you may if you wish smash the pitcher over the head of the bugger who upset you - or just over the head of anyone else who deserves it in order to relieve your frustration.
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Now that is a thought: but acting on it is sadly impractical since I am unsure of the wee scrote’s precise location. Plus he has probably knocked off for the day, leaving me without the info I require. May his supper be curdled and his next bowel movement be a hot iron hedgehog. Oh, and the rotting socks thing, too. She cooed charitably.
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