Afeared of showing my bugly face…
Are you ailing, Carinthia?
Soo xx
Afeared of showing my bugly face…
Are you ailing, Carinthia?
Soo xx
Come on now, Wor Carinthia knows the difference between welcome and unwelcome bugs, just as Twellsy knows me but wouldn’t leave out food for a cuckoo…
I have been idly browsing info about the farmers’ market that happens on Sundays at the nearby museum and am intrigued that there is an occasional stall selling ‘locally caught mackerel in jars’. We are in SE London, so where is the local mackerel fishing ground, eh?
I guess that everywhere is local to somewhere, Gus.
Soo xx
Which reminds me of Les Barker:
“What does an occasional table do the rest of the time?”
Ah - it appears he found out:
Snork, Joe !
I’m ok really, Soo, just somewhat below par. Prolly the messing with the medication.
Carinthia.xx
By request: 3Wells’s completed cardy:


Apologies about orientation, can’t figure out how to control this with phone app. And I’m not firing up my PC!
A fine cardigan. It has an almost jaunty air.
Joseph Bazalgette has a lot to answer for.
Long enough sleeves! Yay Twellies!
A beautifully crafted jumper by That Twellsy. Respeck!
Tomorrow must involve a walk. Choices are limited, as the frost has kept the water in the soil on most of our chosen ones, so a well-clad, wind-proof march along the seafront will be best. Time for bed - good nights, Cellarites,
Soo xx
Gin, Darling
You need Gin
Carinthia.xx
You are all so kind
It’s the first time I have made a good enough to show off about garment
I truly am a learner and as I enjoy the challenge of keeping my brain working and getting the fine motor control going on
Tomorrow’s task is yon Bull’s gansey further on
Hotel breakfast. Not the best, but lots of it.
“The food there is poison, my dear - and such small portions”
Proffers a sideboard with chafing dishes full of proper breakfast ingredients*
A spirit stove ring is there to have eggs cooked to order
Them as wants kippers can jug them and eat them outside - they don’t half pong but tomorrow could see kedgeree happening
I will stick to bacon butties
Many moons ago, in my capacity of 'Tolerator of Idiots ’ in a factory in Manchester, there was criticism of the food being served (free, I might add) at the works canteen. The actual quote was “… the food tastes like sh*t … and there’s not enough of it !!”
I was accused, following my response, of not taking their rant seriously.
Your response was along the lines of
“I will ensure that the food is personally prepared by Heston Bloomingtal and that he knows you have industrial sized mouths and stomachs
While you are dining I will reinforce the toilets to cope with your output”
Or words to that effect?
Mine would have been fluent Anglo Saxon!
Well, it was being minuted, so the Anglo Saxon was less obvious than my “unnecessarily sarcastic tone” which was said to be “unhelpful”.
Which was nonsense. I was very much helped by it.