“That last batch must’ve evaporated in the cage.”
IN the cage?
I thought the cheese evaporated the cage!
Better to snaffle a Stilton in its cage than to nurse an empty tum?
From the Book of Cellarite Proverbs
I am sure one could be arranged.
Why is it that I identify with guide cats for the blind?
Scant regard for personal safety, at a guess…
I have Bengals
Where does my personal safety appear in their view of life?
You are a mobile and self-maintaining source of cat treats.
At the end of a reversed telescope?
I just asked TFD if he thought I would have the patience to ever finish knitting this jacket, since progress is very slow, and he replied that he thought I wouldn’t. Then he said ‘but you will finish anyway, because you may not be patient but you are bloody-minded’.
I can’t decide if this was a compliment or a insult.
Compliment. And if it wasn’t meant as one, take it as such and irritate him.
Wot that Fish said, on the whole, dere.
Bloody-minded is a compliment in my book.
Oh buggering hell, it’s Bin Night. I must go forth and Fling.
Those photies are glorious, Soo, and I’m a displeasing shade of green an’ all. However, we wants otters!
Enjoy your break, dear wee Bee & the Mr.
Flingage complete dear limpet?
I bloody hate this time of year. Need a large drink.
Yup, so do I.
Oh, I hadn’t me manners on me.
Hell, yes, please.
I was going to ask if we should sit on the misery bench and drink together but, hell, this is the cellar - we can make ourselves comfy in our misery, at least. No hard benches here, I’m sure.
Mine’s the one with chenille faux nails.
Your very good health, dear. hic.
Mixed pitchers and the hell with Darrington’s disapproval.