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

Always welcome, Hedgers. There will be lots of food and drink, tomorrow. Have a morsel or two to carry you over:
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Soo xx

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Bedtime. Good nights, Cellarites.

Soo xx

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But of cauce ;- )
Sounds splendid. Wishing you all a good day (the indefinite article is Very Important sometimes)
Gxx

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Gin, Darling

Don’t ferget it

Wishing you a good day tomorrow


Carinthia.xx

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Mwahs!
Soo xx

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And, good morning!

Soo xx

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Good morning all

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjb9AxDkwAQ

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(looks around)

Something missing 'ere.

Oh, right, that would be this

yardarm

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Ah, the merry sound of children playing. Periodically, anguished cries lead me to hope that someone has done themself a serious injury, but alas no


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Give them some swords to play with

Oh I am sorry I thought they were ornamental


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A young chap within my ken was participating in an historical re-enactment when he was accidentally stabbed through his frontal lobe with a broadsword. He has never been quite the same since.

We’ve had a good day with the family and I have the cheque book ready


Soo xx

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Oh Soo, I’m deeply ashamed. That was a ghastly thing to happen to the poor fellow, and I am very sorry that his recovery is only partial, but I am afraid the way it was phrased made me laugh like a drain. A drain on nitrous oxide.

Delighted you have had a good day.

Gxx

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Don’t be ashamed, deeply or otherwise, Gus. Swords are dangerous, however and should be shamed.

Soo xx

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My father once saw a man killed with an epĂ©e during a practice bout: its tip broke off, and the man holding it didn’t notice. His opponent did, and dropped his guard; a full extended lunge went through him.

Yes, swords are dangerous even when they are not meant to be sharps.

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I have so many recollections of dreadful injuries due to sharps that I hesitate to post, sometimes. One can appear po-faced, for example. I don’t mean to be.

We dodged up to Bardon Mill, yesterday, to return a few salt-glazed pots that had cracked. The clay at the time of our purchases (5 years ago) had been faulty and we were given new pots, sans demur. Mr Bee has spent a few hours replanting beloved plants. I washed the dishes. Go we, the bees!

Soo xx

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(boast, boast) Today I got three wire shoe-racks from Ikea, stacked them on top of each other, and put them in the porch, and I have tidied all the shoes and boots that were nesting there into the racks. This is a start; at least someone coming into the house now won’t fall over a pair of broken crocs that have oozed out of the corner and onto the doormat.

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You went to IKEA?

urrrk

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You are an admirable Fish. Oh - may I say how gorgeous are your scales?
The twirlity was fabulous.
Soo xx

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I think the word is “intrepid”, but Ikea wasn’t actually too bad; if anything, their rigorous one-way system and their absolute insistence on masks meant it was less 'orrible than usual.

These are the racks: GREJIG, Shoe rack, 58x27 cm - IKEA

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