No one told me about the SMs or I’d have been hanging around doing my best imitation of a starving Accentor (seems to work for some Cellarites)
< whispers back > Hurrah, and safe journeys and flurfles to Beautiful Poodle. The Ma will be pleased.
I shouldn’t wish to make a Fish sorry and shall do my best, in the fullness of time. I can confidently state that I have never spent so much time and 'phonely effort regarding any subject other than fences.
I wozz busy with the 'phone, Gus and neglected to inform you, although I imagine that chicken balls (although teeny, if there at all) will be very satisfactory
Caught a bit of the Barry Cryer tribute prog in the week. Asked for his favourite joke:
Chap driving along runs over a cockerel. Knocks at farmhouse. ‘Terribly sorry, Madam, but I’ve killed your cockerel and I’d like to replace him.’ ‘Hens are round the back.’
Gxx
Gawds, the fence calls: I feel I can imagine, but probably that’s not the quarter of it. Poor Bee. Gin?
My imagination starts with a very polite phone call.
“Hello? Mr Briggs? It’s Mrs Jones here. I don’t like to be a nuisance, but I seem to have quite a lot of your fence in my living-room. Yes, there has been a bit of a wind, hasn’t there…”
Perhaps an alternative Fence Wars thread might be started? I am absolutely certain, given the fab and imaginative writing talents in the Cellar, that it would trump my RL experiences.
Anyhoo, It’ll be a longish journey there and back, tomorrow, so I’ll do my duty as a co-driver and get some sleep. Good nights, Cellarites. Best dreams,
Soo xx