[yawnity] Tseep?
yardarm
Orf to commit garden mayhem shortly.
Bacon butties in your claw to take with you?
The bacon butties have already bin et. Want to see it again?
No ta
I have the usual three loaves worth done for the cellar
And a fresh loaf out of the oven for the Chatelaine
A nice organic wholemeal today…
Because I was talking to someone who had acquired one. Obviously.
Ok
I just wondered being a nosy old baggage!
Being given a shiny new pot plant counts as quite an Event for the Ma in these restricted times.
If I had added 'Do keep up at the back! to my previous post, it might have been clearer that I intended to be fatuous rather than just plain rude, you nosy old baggage
Also, I wanted to check she was keeping the cat off it. Highly irritant, yer average anthurium.
What is “keep the cat off it”?
I do not understand this concept, and nor would any cat I have ever shared premises with.
A doomed and futile endeavour, as clearly you are well aware. More ‘make loud and discouraging noises and keep a close eye if she starts dribbling’ than any actual permanent enforcement of offness.
Have a more expensive and high-valued thing nearby. This will last until the meahvt is reduced to powder (about 11 seconds).
Actually, Sparrer, an ordinary biro can often be effectively substituted for the meahvt. Few cats can resist stopping to push the biro off the surface on which it rests while en route to their main target. The tell-tale clatter alerts the attendant human (floor-coverings permitting).
When my mother’s cat wanted to be noticed she would put on her concrete boots and stamp up and down along the mantelpiece knocking ornaments into the grate.
Possibly even more effective in my initial reading of “explosive”.
It was risoni, Gus.
We’ve had a walk in glorious sunshine. Saw 13 ducklings.
Soo xx
Ta, wee Bee.
Funnily enough, elseboard last night I saw someone confidently asserting that orzotto was always a pasta dish… For some reason, I didn’t don my own concrete boots and wade in to tell them that was a load of small round objects, loosely heaped 'cos that would be cous-cous, innit.
Gxx
Remarkable restraint, Gusly One. The problem with restraint is that many simply don’t recognise when one is exercising it.
I am about to 'phone one of my depressed friends, hoping that I’m not the common denominator…Glug.
Soo xx
ouch! ;- )
Seems unlikely to me. 2020 & 2021 are my probable suspects.
Gxx
Personally I’ve been spending time in 1945 recently. There are worse places.
I had planned to cook orzotto tonight, as it happens, only I didn’t know it was called that. With pearl barley, that is, not pasta orzo.
Just as nobody starts talking about a vodka Martini…
(It’s a “vodkatini”. This is pure snobbery, but given how many people think of James Bond it seems only appropriate.)