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

I treated my American SiL to a beautiful Ulster fry with soda farls fried in the bacon fat

She buttered it

I wuz horrorified

Butter on bread with mushrooms cooked in butter beside it and a fried egg on top

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Butter is good flyin’ fuel…

yardarm

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Half the buggers seem not to eat butter at all, so things could be worse.

But aviation fuel is rubbish on toast.

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Good for making toast though.

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Quiet in here

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I have bin out Frivolling.

(Not many hurt.)

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Then you obviously weren’t puttin’ yer back into it.

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Well, I wasn’t workin’ was I?

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Have you been given a diagnosis, Twellsy?

Soo xx

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Not yet

I know that the stair rods are helping me with my asthma but my eye is another matter

I have the delights of a poor confused old lady in the same room

Confused is easy to cope with

The constant yelling of “Nursey nurse nurse call me on a taxi to go home “ is not so easy to bear

A bed blocker if ever I saw one poor old :duck:

One loses tolerance when ill so I scream in here and try to resist the urge to strangle her

The staff are exemplary in the way they put up with her and treat the really poorly neurology patients at the same time

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My father would ring my brother & tell him to send a taxi, which, of course he did.

Severial times

Sigh

Carinthia. xx

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Probably be doing her (and the staff, who aren’t allowed to) a kindness.

Commiserations, Twellsy, hope they get you sorted soon.
Gx

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Pitcher?

Proffers one anyway… :wink:

Carinthia. xx

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Grateful gluppity, Darling. Thank you.
Gxx
[also selflessly* checks the Twellsian Gin Pipeline for air pockets, flow rate, product quality, etc]

*as in ‘Hic, er, um, who am I?’

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Bluddy Ell, Gus

That Birdie will be having words…

Carinthia. xx

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I was just doin’ routine checks so the hard-workin’ Gin Sparrer could grab a bit of nest-time, head under spigot wing type of thing. Not takin’ over, sod that for a game of suppliers of premium spirits to the needy. Gestures are so often sadly misunderstood.
But I think this one is unambiguous;- )
Gxx

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Proffers Pitcher…

Carinthia. xx

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Today is, apparently, International Crochet Day

Liberates Pitcher

Goes to lie down…

Carinthia. xx

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Bit of cavitation in that high-pressure line, very nasty. We’ll have to bring up the B and C manifolds to make up for the reduced flow-rate till I can get a pig down there to take a look.

…wot? The Gin Must Flow. It’s a sacred wossname.

yardarm

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[worried runk?]

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