Bluddy Mad Wimmin…
Liberates Pitcher
I will send any Hemails I have promised tomorrow
Brain is Frying somewhat ATM
Carinthia.xx
Bluddy Mad Wimmin…
Liberates Pitcher
I will send any Hemails I have promised tomorrow
Brain is Frying somewhat ATM
Carinthia.xx
Some ovvus, Dahlink, might take exception to that remark.
Contemplate the advantages of southern seals as companion animals (or ‘Familiars’, the term I prefer). Yer Weddell Seal is an affectionate and faithful beast, who will happily flollop down the road to get yer paper. And the newsagent.
The Leopard Seal is a positive demon for the slugs.
Ross Seals - maybe they make good draught excluders. Or doorstops. Or something. Stew? Biltong? Slippers?
Yeah, But
Liberates Noomerous & Copious Pitchers
It may be a Long Night…
Carinthia.xx
To ensure the trunk remains intact in transit?
Hmm
Penguins are a good idea but I would have to send them to forage for fish to dine upon
I refuse to handle nasty ponging slithery slimy piscine protein for the penguins
To go foraging my penguins would have to waddle the five miles by road to the nearest beach which is where the orange fool wants a wall for his flog club
Would anyone here risk exposing poor innocent penguins to floggists and the horror that is the orange eejit?
There’s a nasty scary rumour that he is coming back for a holiday at his club on our lovely beach
PS our Fishy is the exception to the rule where fish are concerned
It’s a lovely fish with chagrin for skin
Chagrin was used for sword hilt grips as it’s a nice non slip substance even if the paws grasping it are sweating
Um… usually spelt shagreen. Chagrin is something quite different that I’d not want to be cloaked in. Shagreen still is used for officers’ sword-hilts; some have ray rather than shark. My son and daughter both have swords with shagreen hilts, in each case sharkskin rather than rayskin. Certain types of horse or onagar hide have also been called shagreen in their time, but I think that is cheating.
Gus, be fair: your present parasite has precisely none of those utilities, eh? he has never fetched a paper in his life, and as a draught-excluder he is a complete failure: you told us upthread that he insists that doors be open for the wind to whistle through at its will.
Oi! Don’t diss my cat, man!
He’s a good hot-water bottle - admitted, not much call for that right now, but it’s a useful skill. And I don’t want newspapers. He doesn’t bark and may well know the secrets of the sea, for all I know.
That’s a splendid description of a whole load of people, present company excepted.
Feel utterly foul this morning.
An Medicinal Summat sounds like an Good Idea, although I have no need (presently). Pore Gusly One.
The Poodle is being very conent - her klingons are on the train (Penzance to London, I believe) and should arrive in Morpeth around 18.30. The only problem with Poodle is that she still has a tendency to jump up at people. She made the mistake of doing that to me, yesterday and I fettled her with a harsh word and baleful glare. I know, bad bee and all that, but Dogs must know their place. She recovered, eventually.
The weather is refreshingly coolish and breezy, so walkies may be more enjoyable, today.
Soo xx
Ooops
Thanks for the correct spelling dear Filshy one
I have all sorts of stuff in my tiny brain that I got told as a weean by my Army type Grandads that I know the names of but not the spellings of
PS Fishy
Anyone wanting onagar hide is a whole lot braver than I am
Onagars have VIEWS about anyone trying to remove their skin and are a huge amount of malevolent muscle with 4 hooves and a set of big teeth
The teeth and hooves are all able to inflict PAIN on anyone trying to interfere with the onagar’s comfort
But you don’t get sharks in the desert do you?
That hound looks so healthy and I love her smile all over her body
I think she knows she has landed on her paws and just wants to thank her human pack by being a really happy loveable hound
The Poodle also exhibits the joie de vivre the hound does
For today’s rally in Waterford, the organisers have introduced a wrinkle to try and dissuade competitors from simply shoving chicanes aside with their cars … some of the chicanes are, as usual, straw, but some are mature silage. And they’re not telling the competitors which ones
Give the old place a wave for me! Where’s it being held?
HQ is Dooley’s Hotel, on the quays; stages are around Dungarvan, with service in Dungarvan itself.
Well, if you get a chance to visit the bar in Dooley’s, stay off the stool nearest the door by the window—that’s mine! (Or at least, it used to be on Monday and Thursday nights when we ran trad sessions there, back in the late 90s)
Going anywhere near Ring / Helvick Head? Quite spectacular down there—and a very challenging hairpin, even for normal driving!
That CoC has an evil mind
I LIKE it - he does things I would do
The thought of mature silage pong in your car for weeks and weeks will concentrate their minds beautifully
Have any of the darling competitors found a ripe silage bale yet?
I do hope so…
Wave to Dungarvan for me
Dad’s tiny but indomitable Aunt Mary used to take us there on the pony & trap when we were very small.
It was actually faster than when John Sheehan drove us there in his car…
The ‘Town’ cousins live there
The ‘Farm’ cousins are all around Ballinakill
Carinthia.xx
And how many of them are Powers?