Pore Chatelaine indeed, a choice between the Gitanes and angry elbows. Hugs for Carinthia.
It is 5 years today since Lou’s last chemo treatment, wot made her very sick in all sorts of ways and didn’t work anyway. It is also my father’s 95th birthday, only he’s dead too. A good day all round then.
Again, not a like as such.
Would Gin help?
Gx
Not made by me, Sparrer, but offered to me. Anzscs with cranberries, cashews and pecan and very good they were.
[fevvery hugs] to TFM.
Not a like like, more a solidarity like.
Bless you.
Always. I’m not doing too badly in fact, considering.
I have some extemely good olives here that will go very nicely with that gin, happy to pass them round,
Hugs for Carinthia and TFM
I proffer hummus and crudités
I am very glad to note that, TFM.
Soo xx
Cash fer indecent poems?
‘I’m in the money…’
Oof
Looks around forran Pitcher
The bulb in the light on the landing has gorn, & I am not up to standing on steps at the top of the stairs to fit a Noo one
Buggrit
The Fork Andles are lit
Carinthia. xx
Standing on steps brings me out in hives, Carinthia 
Don’t, please…
Off up the apples and pears. Best nights, all.
Soo xx
Darling
Carinthia. xx
Places platter of bacon butties on the table and quietly declines on chaise
(swoop)
Oof
I waited until this afternoon when I was steadier, & changed the lightbulb on the landing
Carinthia. xx
…just one, but it really has to want to change.
[pourity] [pourity]
Knowin’ a Chatelaine, you didn’t just ‘change’ the bulb, you sorted out its underwirin’ and fittins, and advised it on the right shade of chiffon to give that welcoming glow…
AttaChatelaine! We are about tipplin’, not topplin’ ;- )
Gxx
Just azz well we found out after the event, Carinthia. Gawds.
Soo xx