That is not fair and not at all suitable for a birthday girl. Is there anything you would like ready to eat while you and Twellsy watch your Red Arrows Display? There will be gin, obviously.
You can’t fit a dunnock into your boot? It must be a very small boot.
One day I’ll have to introduce you to an old mate who became known as the Irischer Steirischer*.
*Spelling & grammar optional
Well, it is a Mini. And I am a Dunnock of Gravity.
I read somewhere the other day that the dunnock is ‘a very underrated bird’. Sadly, I can’t remember where but I am sure that it is true.
Except by counsel for the prosecution, alas.
I do feel for folks suddenly sans hound
Here the rain is getting heavier
I know we are in a high rainfall area but this is getting beyond a joke
I have eternal optimism though that we will see the sun someday this season
I’d like:
Manx Dragon sausages made from rare breed Tamworth pork in a big roll, and er, chips (nothing esp classy about those but I love chips), and stem ginger ice cream, and scrummy pizza (yes inc anchovies)
And a kebab, please.
Soo xx
Look on the bright side; it’s lousy weather for golf…
Gosh, yes, if you’re lucky he’ll decide to give it a miss tomorrow. And on Friday too, crossed fingers.
I wish he’d just go away, from everywhere, but if Twellsy’s weather can have the silver lining of keeping him away from her, so be it.
Soo xx
Well, the forecast is for rain until Wednesday week…
Whether that will affect his game is another matter:
https://thegolfnewsnet.com/golfnewsnetteam/2016/05/05/does-donald-trump-cheat-at-golf-18462/
All ready for you soo. and the rain has eased,thank goodness.
Make that two orders a la twin
Please hold the anchovies on my pizza
They do have a tendency to jump up at one, but they are only playing. They’re old softies really.
Snork!
Thanx for the delicious grub, TFM. It’s good to have something edible - we had a lightish dinner of smoked salmon scramblies and green beans (Mr Bee thought this a Good Idea). The green beans were ‘off’ in that off-green-bean way and we left them, but now feel queasy again. It’s pouring down with rain, but 64 izz not a special one and I have larfed until I cried at Mr Bee’s fury and disgust. You had to bee there…
Chin-chin, Dearies.
Soo xx
I still feel that you have been sold somewhat short on yer Birthday, wee Buzzlet, and it seems a shame.
As is the inundation of Twellsy.
Slammers all round to ward off the encircling gloom? I have a moderate-to-severe attack of The Dooms meself so you’d be doing me a kindness. Mustn’t get so slammered I forget to wrangle Neighbouring Cat, mind.
Gxxx
Slammers all round is a good start.
Slammers inside is better.
Sorry, Gus - I don’t mean to suggest that my quease-filled, cold and rainy birthday has made me gloomy. Quite the reverse. I have had very thoughtful cards, ecards, presents, texts and 'phone calls. I was given two pairs of bee earrings, lots of pampery things, Limoncello and Mildreds veggie cookbook. I’ll go and watch some telly with Himself while I drink some port. Tell Neighbouring Cat to pack it in with the bitey scratchy stuff, mind.
Soo xx
Very pleased there has been Beely Tribute, and enjoy yer port, dere.
Neighbouring Cat is a wee Tortie girl of considerable age with a very sweet nature who takes her thyroid meds like a dream.
The Elbow-chewer lives here now. We had quite a pleasant cuddle this afternoon; then I became, most literally, ‘the cat’s bathmat’.
Gxxx