Proffers Pitchers…
Carinthia. xx
Proffers Pitchers…
Carinthia. xx
Please, Darling….
Gxx
Noisy thing!
Soo xx
Justin Time forran bacon sandwich…
Carinthia. xx
Polished hydrocooled parsnips.
Just sayin’.
Must they be, Fishers?
It’s a coolish 13°C with a nippy north-westerly ‘breeze’, so we’ve been shopping. Aldi no longer stock my favourite rough oatcakes so I’m a bit put out. Paneer masala has been requested for dinner, so that’s what I’ll do.
I’ve mentioned the Lent lunches that have occupied me, in the season. My fellow Soup Dragon and dishwasher, Jean, died a couple of days ago. She was 86 (I know, because she told me) and was quite the most funny, chic and kind person one could ever meet (present company excepted). To Jean!
Soo xx
To Jean, indeed!
What a lovely way to be remembered
The Poppy Candle is lit, Soo
I am going to a funeral next week. My hairdresser friend’s sister has died in fairly complicated circumstances.
Sigh
Carinthia. xx
NALL, obviously. Had a bit of a time of it, your hairdresser.
Gxx
She has indeed, Dahlink.
It will be an Humanist service at the Crem, which is taking some organising. I hope that the Celebrant keeps control of it all.
The first Humanist funeral I attended, admittedly some years ago lasted for an hour & a half…
Wrung out didn’t even come close…
I may be reading summat, as I am wing man/backstop for my still poorly/fragile friend.
Carinthia. xx
Glasses will be raised at the bar in a while
I will refrain from telling of our frivolling as it would be in poor taste just now
So my mouth is closed for a change
Frivol away, Twellsy
Nicola liked a good frivol & debatesorryargument.
Carinthia. xx
I agree. Yay to frivolling!
Soo xx
Well I have been checked out by the haematology department in Dublin and then let loose in the city centre for a few things
Noo dancing shooen and swim suits
And other things
I have been spoiled
3” heeled character national shoesies
As you do.
No-one else does, but you do, apparently.
Oh dear, it has gone all sad in here suddenly. Sympathies to both/all of you.
But my dear, it was on a box that we got at the supermarket and brought home full of foodstuffs. It was on it sitting in the hall for two weeks until the recycling rubbish collection, and none of us noticed until we were putting it out for the bin men.
That sort of explains it but leaves my mind even more boggled than it was already. Never mind, I’m used to not understanding stuff.
Well, you think about having something that said that sitting in your hall for a fortnight and not having noticed what it said! Bogglement to the Nth.