Ooo drinking chocolate with a shot of brandy is a wonderful soporific
Sympathy dear chatelaine
And hugs
I’ll just have the Brandy, please
Carinthia.xx
Is there anybody here?
Yes, Twellsy
I am
Still no Landline, but my Mobile 'Phone has a Noo Battery & is charging like a good 'un
Carinthia.xx
Ah, woken by the gentle clink clink sploosh of the Ginsmade…
yardarm
Ooof. Flumpity.
Idiots. Herds of idiots in the shopping mall as far as the eye could see. I think they must be pumping Stupid Gas through shops’ aircon.
And anyone who permits their spawn to use scooters in shops needs to have them shoved up their arse.
Gahhh!
Wiv a few good shoves first to get 'em up to speed?
People wonder why I do on-line shopping whenever I can.
My “new” iron has died.
I was quite cross until I realised I bought it in January 2014…
The scooters or their spawn?
On second thoughts, there’s no reason for it to be either/or…
And me. I hates shops, all shops, on-line shopping is technology’s greatest achievement imo.
Exactly what I was thinking.
John Lewis is really quite tolerable just before they close on a wet Thursday evening.
Noo iron by any chance, dere Fishy?
Funny you should say that…
The sort I bought from them last time is not available, so I simply bought the more expensive (£25) of the JL own ones, which looks like a perfectly good iron and doesn’t weight two stone eight pounds, which is what most of the others felt like – and that’s with no water in them.
I haven’t tried it out yet.
Yes, some seem insanely heavy. Like the cast-iron frying pan problem, only less fun (because I like to cook and hate to iron). Himself had been taught at school, hurrah!, how to Iron A Shirt Properly and therefore always did his own, exuding smug superiority and, in summer, a certain amount of sweat also. He offered to do my work shirts for me, but a woman has her pride. I only did his shirts in rare running-late-and-laundry-feck-up emergencies, and they were never quite satisfactory. I hope the one I did for him to be in his coffin in passed muster: I did take a bit of trouble over that.
Oh, and I once decided that a ‘relationship’ had No Future when I caught the bugger ironing his socks. OK, there were reasons, military, for that, and it wasn’t the only reason, but a bluddy good one, imo.
But if one wishes to block knitting, an iron is kind of essential. Sigh.
Hope you will be very happy with the new one.
It and I seem to have a reasonable relationship. I have run it in on half a dozen pillowcases, which are pretty-much all I ever iron: I like smooth next to my chin and eyes.
So do I dahlink, but there is not a facecream yet invented that is going to get us there ;- )
Glad the iron is a satisfactory sort of beast.
Urk. I am sorry, but a smoked mackerel scotch egg is Just Wrong, never mind yer frittered beetroot.
And you have by a roundabout route reminded me of an unpleasant little incident this afternoon. Seeing a packet allegedly containing English (tbf it might have been British) quinoa, I was reminded of Adam Macy.
This is not a good thing to have happen to one out of one’s comfort zone with no cat to kick and fags Verboten.
I was out for lunch today
I had a very nice lunch and great fun talking to folks
And was not allowed to pay for a thing
It was a lunch for blind people so that’s why I was pampered