So, who wants to help ... to flummox the cellar?

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I can thing of better things to do with eggs, TBH, although it was a cheap & cheerful meal when I was a child.

Carinthia. xx

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Anglesey eggs rock and are cheap.

Soo xx

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Good-oh!

When it comes to egg curry, I never would have been a contender, so I can’t really comment, but am a huge fan of MJ in general.

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She is so reliable, Gus, isn’t she. I’ll post the very first recipe of hers I followed on the proper thread (this wozz before Mr Bee went to the green side…).

Bedtime. Best wishes for Carinthia’s Tuesday.

Soo xx

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If this is Tuesday, I don’t think much of it.

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Me neither, so far, Dahlink.

Haircut this afternoon, so that should perk me up.

Hugs & tea

Carinthia. xx

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Why, this is Tuesday, nor am I out of it.

yardarm

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Well, I have just realised that my hair appointment is an hour later than I thought, so I will have to rejig my afternoon abit.

Carinthia. xx

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Huge nuisance or slight one? Hope you can make the new schedule work smoothly, Darling.
Gxx

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It should be fine, & means that I should be able to get a taxi back, rather than 2 'busses. *

*That looks wrong, but then so does
'buses

Sigh

Carinthia. xx

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Good-oh.

I know what you mean, but busses is wronger;- )

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Omnibi?

(flies away very fast)

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How wise.

What is this that roareth thus?
Could it be a tetchy Gus? ;- )

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Yerss
My first thought

One doesn’t trust oneself these days…

Carinthia. xx

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NSIT NSOO?
Not Sound On Omnibuses

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Y’alright, Gus?

Morning, all.

Soo xx

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I’m fine, little Bee, just a touch underslept and fratchety.

The binmen cameth. This happens in instalments. First a scouting party, who manoeuvre one of the bins to the kerb, in clusters, shouting merrily to one another. Then a dustcart and allied clanking, over which the strains of the merry binmen’s songs is yet audible. And then another cart and much clanking, tinkle-crashity and rumbling as the green bins are emptied and returned to the edges of properties. Not the right properties, you understand, in the case of numbered bins: the lair of one council tax payer is much like another, after all. And then rejoicing householders reclaim their bins and clank and rumble them back to their accustomed stations. In relays and shifts.

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Our binmen are rather more restrained, Gus. The ‘agreement’ is that we put out the bins with the handles towards the road - they put them back with the handles facing the (correct) house. No singing.

Sorry about the lack of sleep, Dere.

Soo xx

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I might have exaggerated slightly. More like the incomprehensible call of the news-vendor than an actual song ;- )

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Or the chant of the rag-and-bone man when he came round with his cart, which went, more or less, ra -BOHH on an ascending note.

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