It’s a tough life.
Very welcome. Thanks.
TFM
I can only proffer hugs and soft gentle handkerchiefs
The Chatelaine gets a few as well
Gus
The cardi has pockets that have a contrast colour of lining
The scarf matches this
Getting the pocket openings done and the linings knitted into the garment was a bit of a bizniss
Have Severial Hugs,TFM
We will be with you in spirit
Keep getting through the day in 15 minute ‘chunks’ & reward yourself with an 'Normous Gin, or tipple of choice when you are alone
Everyone does the best that they can,it’s just that they all do it slightly differently , & preferably, not all at the same time…
Carinthia.xx
Wowser! See, I said it was an Advanced Construction. Grand stuff.
Oh cripes, TFM.
I know you say you want to go, but just remember you don’t have to do stuff you don’t want to. This is a bugger of the time of year for you, isn’t it, me dear. You and our Chatelaine both.
Commiserative hugs. And I will be thinking of you.
G xxx
So shall I, TFM. Fuzzy hugs from me.
Soo xx
You did. And did I contradict you? I did, as far as I recall, not. So you can’t be a prophet without honour on your own website: sorry. Oh, unless you care to make a really crap prediction.
Aye, because Sparrers never get Delicious Things and rewards. Mind you, Sparrers also do not playfully claw their way up one’s dressing gown, leaving minor flesh wounds. Wish I could retract those Dreamies now, I need the pennies for Elastoplast. The Oaf is a little above himself, probably because of mastering the strange new portal. < Sigh > again.
I will not answer that on the basis that me spouse is reading. [beaky grin]
I prolly could if you asked really nicely…
That would be a cat then.
yeah, I realised I was asking for trouble. After I had posted. But no thank you, Dunnock dere, though you are most kind; you’ve had a tiring weekend, after all. Plus me dressing gown is me castle.
Sparrers are great wee birdies who will brave any weather to ensure no cellerati thirst no matter how hard they are to be succoured
I hope to make a proper few things if I ever get out of here
Bacon butties
Porrkie pies fruit cake and so on
You will get out of there, Twellsy. Hugs for you, too. And for a still poorly Gus and for a Chatelaine with so much sadness at this time of year. I have emailed you, Carinthia.
Time for this bee’s bed. Good nights, Cellarites.
Soo xx
Good night, dear wee Bee. I trust you will have no problems entering or exiting your nightshirt
G xxx
I am now wondering if a bee has a striped night shirt
Made of silk , Gus. Loadsa stretch and no bluddy zip.
Soo zz
That is a weight off my mind, dere.
How spiffy!
G xxx
Nothing easy about that TFM. Phew.
A truly good thing for him to do, possibly partly on your behalf. “Would you be upset if he didn’t ?” may be part of his thoughts … hey, despite your trepidation, maybe you would be.
Tomorrow is too close to have that discussion, with yourself, let alone with him. But before next year maybe think that through.
Put simply, there isn’t anything simple. Except advice from people not involved.
Best hugs and big wishes for tomorrow xx
And itizz Hissing it down
Again…
Carinthia.xx
Fear not, Twellsy - they do eventually relent.
In the meantime, there is fresh bread and volatile choccy biccies, if anyone’s interested…
\______/ <----Me Plate
Thank-you
Carinthia.xx