I beg your pardon?
Whisk, wing and open telemark! Have at ye, with your frivols and spats!
Soo xx
Change of weight from one foot to the ball of the other
Way to go wee bee
Whisks are complex with three pairs of feet…
(They can be complex with one pair, Twellsy…)
Dinner will be scallop and prawn risotto with steamed asparagus.
Soo xx
I am being treated to goat curry…
I was collected from the Hairyport yesterday, innan bitovvan heap, TBH, & not making much sense.
#thankfeckforgoodfriends
I feel better for having had a good sleep, but am still not making much sense…
Carinthia. xx
Dear one do let friends cosset you and care for you
You deserve nothing less…
Hugs
I second everything Twellsy said, and hugs from me too.
I’m glad of a safe landing for you, Carinthia.
Soo xxxx
Oh, no less than usual, dere.
Holds out empty glass
Hopefully
Morning, Cellarites.
Despite almost pegging out with thirst, I managed to haul myself out of bed to have the gas turned off so that the pipes can be replaced. Back on at 14.00 (they say). So - it’s the Coffee Morning, again. We have scones, a raffle prize and a collection of coins for raffle tickets and cuppas (although, as Mr Bee makes the teas and coffees, I usually get a freebie).
Soo xx
Packing for a rally here
Ulster fry components on chafing dishes on the sideboard
Cooking is being undertaken.
The smells wafting from the kitchen are wonderful…
Carinthia. xx
My kitchen is wafting out aromas of cauli steaks, blooming onion, dahl, roasted cavolo nero and pomegranate raitha. Thankfully, the gas was online by 14.40 and we could go in search of grape juice in celebration.
Soo xx
We have grape juice too…
So pleased about the gas, as itizz so Bluddy dispiriting when you can’t cook/eat or heat your way out ovvan crisis…
Carinthia. xx
Ditto.
And I hope you are feeling somewhat recovered today, Carinthia.
As do I.
Best nights, Cellarites.
Soo xx
Raspberry Vodka is improving things no end thank-you…
I am still not making much sense, but I almost won an board game…
Carinthia. xx