Well, a hearty Hurrah to that. And gin/vodotchka all round.
I was worrying about jump leads for the stalled ox last night, wee Bee, but then I remembered a) it was a Fatted Calf you mentioned; and b) probably carburettor trouble with the ox anyway… < feebly flails enough herbs for a dinner just in case >
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Does “herbs” include cumin?
I dunno why because I didn’t grow up with it or anything like that, but if I get a whiff of the stuff I instantly feel happier.
Orf to me nest.
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I file cumin under ‘spices’ rather than herbs, and now also under ‘Sparrer-cheering Stuff’.
< Gently wafts cumin nestward >
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Morning all
Bacon butties ready
I am going to crafty group today even if I don’t stay the full time
And I hope to cook dinner tonight
Step by step I will get better
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Better have a
yardarm
to sustain you on the long and perilous trip.
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Yes - one never knows what dangers one might meet on the boreens
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Meanwhile, Gus, please remember to en-brandy the Christmas cakes.
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Oooo yes - fruit cakes need regular applications of brandy!
At least the good ones do…
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Thank you, Sparrer. I shall be wielding pannikin and syringe shortly.
Take things gently, Twellsy.
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I am back
All puffed out
So I only stayed an hour
Am now having cations radiated from the lap leopard…
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Sparrer, what have you done to that poor cat?
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(innocent tseep)
Nuffink it wouldn’t do to me if I let it.
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He tawt he taw a puddy tat a creepin’ up on he…
So he zapped it.
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My cations are from gorgeous blue eyes and satin smooth spotty fur
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Channelling his inner lion - just got a bit muddled about the “pride” bit…
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snork!
Oaf plays shadow Lion when hogging my working lamp - he looms largely and scarily in silhouette. Delusions of something or other…
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You say “delusional”, they say “unappreciated”
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Was a bit later than planned with the brandy. However, it might be of interest to the Cellar to hear that if one carelessly applies the syringe close to an earlier syringing point, the cake spits the brandy back into the syringer’s eye. Mouth, I wouldn’t have minded so much…
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Ow!
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