On (or, in) your head, Dear.
Soo xx
On (or, in) your head, Dear.
Soo xx
When I were a very small Gus and was staying with my grandparents, the sweetshop in the village nearest to the hamlet in which they lived was the front room of Miss _____ās house. I used to walk there with grandad, stopping on the way to feed the swans. The day grandad bought me a gobstopper there is writ in the annals of Infamy/A Bloke Canāt Do Anything Right. Gobstoppers is common, you see, and my grandmother was having none of that. Grandad, and most other folk within earshot, no doubt just wanted me to shut up. (A delightful old gentleman at the cricket once said I put him strangely in mind of Tennysonās brook.)
Back to the point. Sweetshops with the big jars and the scales, and the quarter of whatever. Cough candy. Those toffee things covered in a thick powdery sugary coating. Sherbet lemons. I could go on forā¦ I should probably try and make some netted sunbeam or other dance, a challenging task at this hour.
Just delightful, Gus. The Moffat Toffee Shop is, for me, a magical and evocative place - I donāt even eat many sweet things, so that might sound odd. Enjoy the Frivolling and report back, please.
Soo xx
Thatās just it, Bee: swwrltshps are evocative. Sweetshops, even. The Moffat place made me want a time machine so I could get my gran some of her favourites. Not a gobstopper, nor yet an sherbet dab (horrors!) obviously.
Thank you. I have every intention of enjoying the Frivolling, as long as it involves at least one good cattle raid . Or, snafflin coobeastie, according to taste.
Sweet dreams.
Soo xx
I must tell about my summer job and weekend job as well in a newsagent cum sweet shop
It took one Saturday of weighing out sweets to cure me from having a sweet from the big jar
As for the penny sweet tray that was a nightmare to serve
Childer with 10p aiming for quantity of sweets and me wanting to go on my fag break with tea and buns provided by the shop owner
I frequently felt like grabbing a handful of sweets and shoving them into a bag and stuffing it into the childās hand
ā¦and then stubbinā yer fag out on the greedy little wossnameās forehead?
Oh, ok, just me then [grinnity]
The more things changeā¦
Disappointingly, I have learned that they mean the composition of the actual bag, rather than to signal that its contents are vegan-friendly. A chap behind me at breakfast was similarly amused and got set straight very firmly by his somewhat humourless companion. But I posted this anyway, because Bunny.
For your convenience: Vole inna Cup!
Biltong onna string!
Raat onna stick?
Off to the farmersā market soon
Farmersā market was a wonderful cornucopia of gorgeous veg
Including fresh corn on ye cob in its natural wrapping and silk and Irish made salami with hazlenuts
Then at the nice greengrocer I obtained a nice purple cauliflower
And rich purple figs
Sounds like a wonderful resource, Twellsy. I canāt compete with my forays into Morrisons and Aldi, today
Itāll be butternut squash salad for us, this evening. Antibees make me less than hungry (hoodathunkit) so light and tasty itizz.
Soo xx
Big Hugs annan Candle, Darling.
I have had bacon, cheese & onion Omerletty today.
Carinthia. xx
But what is in the bottlesesā¦?
Of course, I could just wait - Iāll be there in a couple of weeks! Looking forward to it. Just learned that the Bossās contribution has be chosen to close the programme.
Well done that Boss. I am still wondering what, if anything, I should order from the Scouting Party for them to get me on their way back south.
Aye - well done to the Boss!
I know exactly what Iād like brought to me but, alas, I am way off anywhere - as per!
Never mind - a bee can dream. The bottles, joe, were alreet but (in my experience) the greatest pleasure was to be had from the cornucopia of confectionery on glorious display.
Soo xx
Ooof
Been to Gās for dinner and fun with friends
How can I muzzle the Bull when friends see a convenient tool and he starts yapping on about source and price where I am thinking about Christmas presents?