Happy Birthday Mr Bee
Mr Bee says thank you. He has received lots of cards and pressies, with which he is very pleased.
Soo xx
Must be a day with a Y in it. Innit.
And a happy birthday to him from me – I slept late, or he’d have got this bijou greetingette sooner.
That which was lost is found!
Ken’s dough hook is now on Ken for bread making
I cannot make breadwith [my poorly arrrrummmm
So I am frilled to bits about finding the dough hook amongst the bread ingregients
I know that feeling. Something which is in a logical place, but it’s the wrong logical place, is a buggah.
Also the story of my life.
Too many THINGS! I am being smothered in inanimate objects, each of which is potentially of some use. To someone even if not to me.
Welcome to my world Fishy
I have just donated a mini indoor greenhouse to B’s wee lad
Bought years ago and never used so a wee boy who wants to grow things will make better use of it than I ever would
Lots to go still…
Try for one a day! That way whether you actually manage it or not you get some idea what you really want and what you sort-of want and what you really don’t particularly want at all.
Then, like me, you can go back to doing nothing about it…
Ducks on the stream again, not seen them for something like a year.
About five minutes later as I was coming back the drake made what was clearly an Improper Suggestion and departed downstream. Second Ripple Feminism? (Or just a wish to survive.) (Which one might argue is the same thing really.)
Tsk. Also, Beady & Cretaceous Lookity.
and snork!
Ooo fluffy chicks
I have 2 loaves of bananana bread waiting to go in the oven and bread dough rising so I think I have earned a sit down before I make shortcrust dough for tomorrow’s baking on line class
Yon Bull is chuffed to be learning how to bake from me…
I am trying to do things at his pace…
I can’t bear banana bread, so there’s more for the rest of you
Howsumevva
\________/ <------ Me Plate
Ready fer the HBCs…
<<---->> <------ Me Elbows, sharpened & ready…
Carinthia.xx
Well. Breathless pause.
A white-haired whirlwind came into our house, looked, made reassuring and understanding noises, and is coming tomorrow to blitz bathroom, upstairs hall, stairs, main room, and possibly kitchen if she has time. After that we see what still needs doing, and decide when she comes next. She reckons a day at first, then go from there, ending up with an hour or so once a week just to keep things under control.
She charges £10 an hour, which seems to me to be rather cheaper than I had expected.
I now have to go out and buy her some Cillit Bang for general use, some baby oil for the front and sides of the fridge, freezer and oven, and a large bottle of coca-cola for the lavatories. She was happy with the hoover, the steamer, the duster-brush, the dustpan-and-brush and the various dusting cloths, thank goodness!
A couple of large bottles of cola, said Gus sagely.
Knew someone who was a bit obsessive about the cola method…
That Bird remarks, “Crimean Sparkling Red is the best of all, but that’s hard to come by.”
I am unsure about wanting to know why that information became available.
Crim
Is grim
But stands in for Vim.
Whirling dervishes that want cleaning products are a joy to employ and make life so much easier
I just got a phone call from the orthopedic sturgeon who was reviewing my xrays and is now very anxious to see me about my neck as there is arthur itis in it
Problem the car battery is flat!
We await the AA
You’d need at least some D2s, surely…
Rotten about the neck, me dear; but it’s good they want to see you rather than ignoring…
AA man now approaching
Being directed to the house by the Bull…




