nit-picking? No. Which book?
Have sleep.
Soo xx
Whimpers
Proffers Gin
Drinks Vodka
Carinthia.xx
Why the whimpering, Dere?
Gxx
All they Blue Cheeses, Dere Gus
I can’t cope…
Pours an Huuuuuuuge Vodka
Attempts to cope…
Carinthia.xx
I am sure the Vodka will take the Sting out ovvem, Dahlink. And if you are at any time Menaced, or believe you are about to be Menaced, by blue cheeses, the Gus Cheese Containment & Removals Service is, well, at your service
(will work for chutney)
(quickly paints SPARRER’S CHEESE CONTAINMENT SERVICES on side of van & back of overalls)
G’night all.
We wouldn’t want a turf war, now would we, passerine o’ me heart? Only birds might get 'urt and I pay me dues to the RSPB for the little orphan fledgelings to be dunked and dragged up right.
This is more of a geographical question. Tell yer what: you take Finland and Norway and I will take the hot, unpleasant summer work in France and Italy.
I am the official holder of the blue cheese cage padlock key
So no turf wars without my refereeing
Have you checked your pockets recently, dere?
Oh No You Isn’t, Darling
I am the Official Holder of ALL the keys
I Distributes them at will/Gives 'em out Willy Nilly
Azzitwere…
Carinthia.xx
Yeahright. I have damp bars of soap and Frends, dere.
Admittedly some of the latter might be running from the former, but still, and indeed nevertheless…
“Good morning, I’d like your cheapest plasticine and some files, please. No, no reason…”
yardarm
I have the blue cheese cage key from many cellars ago
I err neglected to return it and it is on a chain round my neck tucked into my cleavage where noone dares go!
Bacon butties and fresh loaves ready
Oof
Am back
Had an early start this morning, which was, unfortunately , not enhanced by sneezing & frowing up
An Medicinal Summat would be most welcome
Carinthia.xx
[pourity] a Soothin’ Summat.
Thank-you Dunnock
Carinthia.xx
I hate to break it to you, Twellies m’dear, but when we moved to new cellars associated with this board we found that the old blue cheese cage was too heavy to carry to the new location, so we got a new one.
It was, erm, fun herding the cheeses, but we managed it.
(Different definitions of fun are available.)
Cheese Cages of Bygone Days:
Oh dear
I will have to find a way into the cage
I wonder if a dear wee birdie would partner me in this…
We need to keep our chatelaine safe from the narsty effects of they blue chizzes
Selfless I am
I tells you
Selfless
(looks around and checks the date)
So you want me to use me, er, professional skills to get into a safe that’s
full of cheese?
Are you sure it’s not me birthday?