So, who wants to help ... to instaurate the cellar?

Only saw 1 Darling, Soo, but as she was the Birthday Girl, that was ok.

Eyes are like Hissholes in snow today. The penalty for sitting outside for 90 minutes…

Sigh

Carinthia.xx

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My Late MiL would have been 112 today. She knew of many who had their teeth removed, & dentures fitted as a 21st Birthday Present

Carinthia.xx

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That or as a wedding present is said to have been quite common at one time.

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As did my Gran, OMCB’s mother. That would have been in about 1924 I think.

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I got married, aged 21

Blimey, wot else could they have taken? :wink:

Carinthia.xx

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Why does this conversation bring this to mind?

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1940 - Mam had been w#rking in a TB sanitorium for two years and was about to commence Registered Nurse training. A condition of passing the medical assessment was that she had to consent to a total dental clearance.

Soo xx

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To be continued. Mayhap.
I do hope that Twellsy’s dental interventions are not proving too uncomfortable. Wishing her and all a Good Night of Sleep, I’m orff.

Soo xx

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Blimey Soo
Was that because of the fear of contamination?

BiL had TB & it was suspected that a sort of cousin who worked on a farm, but was courting a girl in the sanatorium passed it on.

Gin, Darling

Deffo Gin

Carinthia.xx

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This is all much simpler wivvan Beak. Many fings are, really. Right of Way, for example.

yardarm

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Morning all

Still bleeding gently at the world here

Whimper

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Fuzzy hugs.
Soo xx

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If you’re bleeding, that means you’re still alive…

[soothin’ gin-based medicinal]

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I blame the rat poison meself…

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Had a nice cheese and wine evening with friends. Far too much wine. Off to bed. Good nights, Cellarites.
Soo xx

Oh - this is our third white creature sighting.


On the lawn, this morning.

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AttaBee! Sleep, if you will pardon the word, tight.
Gxx

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'Night, Gus.


Soo xx

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Gin, Darling

Justin Case

Carinthia.xx

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'Tis a portent, dear, mark my words. It’s the fourth one you want to avoid, for ‘ee shall be the White Badger o’ Doom. Or possibly Mrs Pruneface at #34’s Westie, escaped and on a spree.

Or an unseasonal stoat: not verminous but erminous. Lock up yer rabbits!

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On a morals charge, if nothing else. (Mind you, ducks…)

yardarm

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