So, who wants to help ... to frivol in the cellar? (Part 1)

[3Wells]

Not a typo

Foggy and chilly here

[Gus]

Rusty teaspoons will be involved, then.

[3Wells]

Gus I would love to have hot weather

[Fanta]

I doubt you’d really enjoy forty degree heat and no wind.

[Carinthia]

Well we got to 39.7°, & itizz still 25°

Carinthia. xx

[Gus]

It’s deeply unfunny. Major emergency in London because fires and me worrying (ok, I’m a neurotic bitch at the best of times but even so) whether it might be the final straw for my mother.

Should add the Ma got to her appointment and was alive and well at 1830.

[3Wells]

I know it’s. Unfunny and I hope. Cellarati and families are looking out for each other

[soobee]

Our Kinder are most concerned with our welfare. although we are competent (we believe) to look after ourselves.

Gus - your worries for Ma are very understandable and I’m certain that we all stand by you. 29C in our bedroom and we have been Very Sensible about everything. Meh.

Soo xx

[soobee]

We met in the summer of '76 and married in early spring, '77…so much I could say, but shan’t

Soo xx

[Gus]

What I have come on to say is that the Oaf does have some gentlecatly instincts after all. He greeted my lovely neighbour and his occasional carer with Oafly joy, then leapt onto the gatepost for further fuss with Nae Scimitars. She’s been away for an family wedding on Santorini. Getting back from Gatwick last night was Not Fun.

[Carinthia]

Gus, am sending Hugs & Gin

The situation in London is awfully worrying, & long-distance worries are especially hard.

Carinthia. xx

[Gus]

Thank you, Darling.
Bit of petrichor here atm.
Air-conditioned huggage to all here and the poor sods dealing with Emergencies.
Gxx

[Gus]

Yeah, I remember the summer of ‘76, Bee;-) Mine was less eventful than yours, me dear. But seemed then to be v warm and there were minatory notices in the lavs about
washing yer hands But Not Too Much, and sharing yer bath with the junior Latin master. Some of that was fiction, btw. [grinnity]
Gxx, salutin’ Mme l’Abeille

[Carinthia]

I walked up the road to Tiny Tesco, where absolute chaos reigned.

Only 1 freezer & the wine 'fridge was working, & the staff were tipping hundreds, if not thousands of pounds worth of fresh food away.

Sigh

Carinthia. xx

[Gus]

@Carinthia

long-distance worries are especially hard.

Now that she has clearly messed up both her landline and the mobile [which seems to be inhabited by a long family of bats, plus the beepier sort of moth], particularly so.
Gus, in a rage (rage makes one sweat like billyo. Never know how to spell that, btw)

[Gus]

Alles est gut. Except she read stuff from my brain that chronology/phone logs tell me is impossible for me to have told her, and she swears I did.
[shruggity] s’probably the heat.
Baffled, and intent on being also leathered, trousered, trolleyed, or whatever word the uncool young people use these days,
Gus xx
The Ma is All Right

[3Wells]

Good news then Gus

Our elders do worry us

I think it’s revenge for us causing them worries as we were childer

[Gus]

That Animal is lolling about in the relative cool of the morning. While pleased, or so I choose to imagine, to see me (out in the street in me bare feet and nightshirt), he manifested no particular desire to come In.

Soddim.

[soobee]

Morning.

We’re off to Embra.

Soo xx

[Carinthia]

Lights Candles

Hitches Tenters

Proffers Pitchers

Carinthia.xx