AttaTwellies!
Mega Snork, Gus
I was brave, & watched it all, despite the itching. Even to my non-knitting brain, it is obvious that big needles & a chunky yarn make the knitting grow more quickly, but it made for some seriously chunky garments.
The winner was a lacy & beaded mohair looking party top which looked so itchy that I had to have a fag to calm down…
Carinthia.xx
“I really wuv you, so I knitted you this fluffy fire hazard. You can wear it while you smoke.”
(I can’t help it, I think in that sort of way.)
I thought that was gorgeous
But I likes mohair wool and any natural fibre…
Surreptitious Scratch…
Carinthia.xx
I won’t wear my natural fluffy stuff near the cellar dear
I will stick to my squeakwinned pink hefalump bikinki
Not all bad, then
But now look what you’ve done.
Twellsy - try some talc, dere
Proffers 'Normous Medicinals & the cellar basket of Dark Glasses…
Carinthia.xx
Clickbait headline spotted just now:
"The disturbing trait almost all serial killers share"
More disturbing than a habit of killing people? (I chose to remain cheerfully unenlightened)
Bedwetting later than usual, starting of fires, torture of animals. All of these can be spotted in childhood, and most serial killers have all three. (How many non-serial-killers also have them is not clear.)
One such list helpfully includes ‘lack of empathy’ and ‘poor behaviour controls’.
I am going to buzz off to bed, overcome as I am by a distinct feeling of pissedoffness. Nothing to do with the Cellar. Kindest wishes to those of us who are unwell.
Good nights, Cellarites,
Soo xx
Hugs & Gin, Soo
Carinthia. xx
Glory be. It has been a whole three hours since the car - parked pretty much directly outside my house - with the alarm going off, stopping and starting again (pause of about a minute between each bout) has lapsed into silence. It started round about 1 pm. I have not been a happy Gus. Still feel a bit bitey, and smitish, to be honest.
My day was further enlivened by a goodly dollop of Lidl’s finest Platinum dish soap in my gob. Don’t ask. But it’s good stuff - you wouldn’t believe how much rinsing it takes to take the taste away. Indeed, the taste lingers yet.
Play bonny
G xx
FFS Gus, that was supposed to be metaphorical
Aye, well: it was more metafizzical in the event, dere.
Dish soap is not available for consumption under the rules of the
yardarm
If you want a similar effect, I think there’s some tequila back here…
Morning from the plague nest
I have a bright red painful froat
As well as not breathing well
Whimper
Clearly your froat is suffering from a lack of lubrication.
[flappity][flappity][flappity][flappity][flappity] [pourity][pourity]
Thank you dear wee birdie
Written on my notepad as I can’t talk
Stop cheering at the back