I shall leave it to you to source the occupants then, Twellsy, you’re good at that kind of thing
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Making sure that they don’t look like something Lonnie might eat.
(Everything looks like something Lonnie might eat, including tractor tyres. Basil hisses at him.)
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A succulent garden with Basil on pest control?
On a shelf above the range out of Lonnie’s reach…
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have you met pigs?
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Yes
And I have worked with donkeys and am enslaved by Bengals
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I’ve worked with some asses… 
Blowing an Hoolie again here
Carinthia. xx
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Have wasabi peas.
I am an bird of simple pleasures.
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I had a me made black eyed pea chilli in pitta bread
As high a fibre meal as possible to counteract the poppy juice
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Hissing it down here
I have fired-up the Quattro & Candles
Carinthia. xx
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Morning, all.
Grey and autumnal, here. We’ll be whizzing off to Embra, shortly.
Soo xx
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Oooo give the glorious gorgeous Poodle furfles from her Auntie 3W
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Ulster fry with extra puddens wee birdie?
Just a beakfull to keep the cold out
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Once it’s been opened [openity] you know it won’t keep.
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Shovels more onto the sparrer sized platter*
*Most folk see a plate like that as big enough to use as a plate for the roastt for a family of ten with trimmings
Or a wee small huge thirty pound turkey beastie
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Oof
I have been to B&M Bargains & survived…
Liberates Pitcher…
Carinthia. xx
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Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear.
When OMCB left the island to move into her new home she was unable, because they were forbidden on the plane, to take with her my father’s ashes, which were in rather a nice heavy pot with a stopper and which she was keeping so that eventually the two of them could be scattered together . So she left them with me and eventually they came with us to Norfolk, on the ferry, in our trusty motor home. Before giving the ashes to us she put the pot in a canvas bag and we put the bag in a cardboard box which we then stored here in an unused cupboard.
We will be visiting her later this week and she has asked us to take the ashes with us.
So. This afternoon TFD opened the cupboard and lifted out the box. The bottom fell out of the box and the canvas bag, pot and ashes fell with it. The stopper came out of the pot and the canvas bag fell open.
Most of the ashes were still in the pot.
TFD said he’d deal with it and to go and make a cup of tea. So I did. Gratefully.
Don’t anyone tell OMCB that I distinctly heard the vacuum cleaner.
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Oh blimey, TFM.
You can rely on the omerta of the cellar.
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I’m ashamed to say that it gave me a fit of the giggles. Well, a bit ashamed, I’m pretty sure Poor Old Dad would have been amused by the whole thing himself.
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Mine certainly would have been (although not cremated himself)
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