Yes
I love cuddly bears
Yes
I love cuddly bears
Oooooooooh
Bacon butties?
Glop.
The Indian place upwind of us is making lunch curry. Which in Sparrer Time is breakfast curry.
[starvinā tappity]
(but sadly they have met me before)
I am contemplating chicken dopiazaā¦
I have had some fresh pineapple this morning.
Tiny Tesco were selling it orff
Carinthia. xx
Heavy thunder now, & it has gorn dark
Carinthia. xx
Weāre on with the Epic & Biblical now.
Those plants look Very Elfy, Fishy
Carinthia. xx
They concentrated leaves all through August and then suddenly started another pair of flower-heads.
Meanwhile and more worrying, the bulbs in the front garden have started to sprout. Seasons? What seasons?
Nice bushy geranium plants looking really healthy there Fishy
Since they cannot reasonably imagine that the last couple of months have been winter, I think you have to consider the possibility that the bulbs in question are simply demented.
We have just had lightning over about 150 degrees of sky. Wheeeeeeee!
And again!
Speed, bonny Bird, like a boat on the wing,
Over the stormy sky
But donāt get toasted by ligh-ten-ing:
No one wants Sparrer Pieā¦
That deserves an Pitcherā¦
Carinthia. xx
Given the racket of the sparrers in the garden here I have moments of considering sparrer in a naice white whaine veloute en croute
Thatās just plain wrong, Twellsy. We are not cannibals!
Did I mention the green parakeet in our garden? Mr Bee shooed it away and hopes never to see its like again. Sparrers surround our hive and are welcomed. Bedtime for grumpy bees,
Soo xx
Tell him not to come to the Gushut, then: morninā and eveninā flypasts. Not that he would be unwelcome for himself, of course;- )
Thank you, Datling.
Gxx
Please, dere, stewed in beer. Itās only polite.