Onion soup has been made, & there will be toasted sandwiches to follow
Pitchers fer them as can
Painkillers fer them as can’t
And Hugs…
Carinthia. xx
Onion soup has been made, & there will be toasted sandwiches to follow
Pitchers fer them as can
Painkillers fer them as can’t
And Hugs…
Carinthia. xx
Hugs back!
Supper has been king prawns fried with red chillies and sliced garlic. I made a tomato, olive and feta salad and Mr Bee enjoyed a garlic flatbread. Must shop, tomorrow, before the high winds hit us.
Soo xx
That sounds delicious, Soo
I may just have slipped a couple of crumpets in the toaster…
Carinthia. xx
I would voosh and tappity on yer winder, but I am pleasantly full of Fish-made Stoo. Gettin’ old, me…
I hope the stoo was of the Blue Peter variety - here’s one I made earlier- I don’t feel that stoo-making is entirely sensible for a Fish right now.
My supper has been half a beef sandwich, half being all I could manage. The longer I’m on these antibiotics the less I am able to eat.
Sticky-backed plastic au vin?
Commiserations. Pore TFM.
Indeed, it’s a Last Week’s Stoo. Fret not, me dere, that Fish is being wrapped in the best quality waterweed.
Thanks, but the Fish’s little incident has put my current problems in perspective - and yesterday, the worry was a great distraction from them too!
No pain without gain…
Some of me Bruvver’s former business associates might disagree. If you could find 'em.
I really feel for you, TFM. I stopped my most recent course of antibiotics early as I simply couldn’t pack to go away. Seem to have escaped without further punishment, but don’t try this at home
Soo xx
And I’m away to bed. Kind wishes to Fishers for sleep in spite of staples and to TFM for fewer antibiotic pay-backs.
Good nights, Cellarites,
Soo xx
Gin, Soo
I am preparing to take the MTX tonight, & then it will be back to what passes for normal on Sunday
Carinthia. xx
Goodness I am so sorry for all of you that my shoulder and edake are not anything new in the scheme of things
I will just pop a basket of hugs by everyone’s chaise and take my creaking self to bed and try to get the leopards to act as heat packs for the sorest bits
That in no way means they don’t count, or that we care about your problems any less, Twellsy. Have a hug back, and sleep well.
Apparently I have inadequate knife skills*. Whodathunkit, eh?
*cannot cut a loaf straight to save me life. Better at the other sort…
I have a rooted objection to any Cellarite or their entourage being unwell or in pain. But see above re knife skills, and have a care, eh ;- )
Gx
It really isn’t a competition, Twellsy. Good job really as an 'ole in the 'ead would win most weeks…
How are the injections & reducing the morphine working?
Gus, the women in my family had perfected the art of holding the bread almost under 1 arm, & slicing it, at great risk to life & bosom.
My Father, the Irishman, used to turn the loaf upside down, & slice perfectly straight slices.
If very thin slices were required, the bread was buttered first, so that it didn’t tear.
Carinthia. xx