Gawds
Every bit of me is protesting, this morning & ittiz raining.
Hot shower, methinks
Carinthia.xx
Gawds
Every bit of me is protesting, this morning & ittiz raining.
Hot shower, methinks
Carinthia.xx
Wonât last.
Hope the hot shower soothes things, Darling, and that it is a wonderful day
Gxx
I am just wishing our Chatelaine a happy wonderful day and the gorgeous girl I met a happy happy day and a life of joy
Pain can feck off
Remember to furfle the Poodle for me wee bee and have a great time with your family
Best wishes to all hurtlinâ and wedding-attendinâ Cellarites. (Oh all right and the rest of you too.)
Shall we spoil ourselves with a full Ulster fry?
Definitely. Been pressure-washing the bin, because our council CBA to collect food waste every week any more.
But on the bright side, the pressure-washer remains one of my favourite toys.
Mine was a penguin.
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.
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name of Bird-Bird
Oh. Mine was called Pengy.
He fell under a train at Kingâs Cross station when we were on our way to a holiday in Northumberland, and the engine driver moved the whole train so that a porter could get Pengy off the track, which he duly did; but Pengy had a cross-grained expression for ever after. Possibly this had something to do with oil and smuts.
What a kind engine driver
For you were brighter than I
(or I was younger than you)
< departs, humming >
OK Dory.
I dinât have a penguin [sniff]. I hope you all have tissues ready, cos I didnât have any cuddly toys at all [sniff][sob].
Itâs no wonder Iâm en emotional mess, really [howl].
Did you have any of the following:
skipping rope (with handles- v important)
tonka-type truck
wooden building blocks
pull-along wooden duck/dog/dinosaur?
Because it is a lot easier to bludgeon oneâs peers into submission/a bloodied pulp with any of the above than with a plush penguin. So hush and dry your eyes, dere.
I had all of the above bar the truck, plus I had a very solid and heavy pair of wooden stilts. And you are correct about the bludgeoning qualities, which probably explains why my little brother is even more of an emotional mess.
(In my defence, he deserved it, having once tried to kill me by putting a cushion over my face and sitting on it. I think he was three at the time).
Are my cackles audible on Ellan Vannin? Tell me, what career did little bro espouse?
Heavy wooden stilts? < envy >
Only one thing he could do, following the attempted murder by cushioning.
( But donât tell soo!)
I loved them, and was rather good on them though I say so myself.
Ah. An apiarist, then ;- )
I used to adore skipping
One birthday I got new red Clarkeâs sandals
I wore them out to play skipping with other girls on the street in the car park area
I came back home after an hour and showed off my bleeding feet through the holes I had made in my posh new sandalsâ soles
I was not popular!
Another time one of our neighboursâ sons pulled my skipping rope from me and used it to whip me
My father saw this and used my skipping rope to whip the bully to his door where the bullyâs parents were informed as to why he was being brought home with a girly skipping rope
I entirely agree, it is a very bleurgh sort of a morning.
Fog here trying to be rain but not quite managing it!
Bacon butties and hot BM soup to cheer us I think