It wozz rumoured to be 13°C this arvo, but the ‘breeze’ pegged it back horribly. We visited my friend’s grave on her anniversary and did a bit of weeding and floral installation. Then off for a walk and could hardly wait to return home.
Tomorrow, we plan to visit Cora, hopefully before the bitey midges have hatched out in Kielder (the females, thatizz - the males will probably be flittin’ aboot already).
Deep-fried massive prawns with cauli/potato Madhur thing tonight.
Soo xx
Give my love to Cora the beautiful bird
A bit chilly here in the northerly breeze
However I planted some raspberry canes out
And the promised rain has not watered them in for me!
They would have been well watered here, Twellsy
Carinthia.xx
Plaintive Meepity.
Yay! forra Cora visit, and Confusion to the Midge.
May we adopt another vulture ‘Confusion to the Midge!’ as a Cellarite toast?
Gxx
I’d drink to that, Gus!
Soo xx
Give me a tick to pop to the bottle shop and I shall drink with ye!
We should also have an Thread for Toasts. Its utility will become apparent, given time ;- )
My favourite is an oldish one, for two people who both know it.
(first party) I looks to you.
(second party) I has your eye.
(first party) I bows.
(second party) I likewise bows.
(first party) And winks
(second party) And drinks
(both) according.
I prefer to get it down my fat neck
Just found in a fanfic:
“About that Martini,” she said. “Suppose I said ‘Noilly Prat’ three times at the gin bottle and then you shook it over ice and served it with an olive, that’d work as an ultra-dry one, wouldn’t it?”
Three times? How profligate.
A nolive? Gilding the lily, thattis.
Wor Fish is obviously reading the better sort. No steamy slash between, say, Batman and Bilbo Baggins
< departs to bleach - well, everything really, including own DNA >
Have just come back from the shop. A foul night here, with the rain beating down
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
Oh bah! Raining in enthusiastic fashion here, too: and the poor Oaf has just gone out…
Living up to his name, I suppose… 
Carinthia.xx
Hush now.
Gxx
He has Responsibilities, you know. The appointed rounds have to be done, rain, heat or gloom of night notwithstanding.
Anyone who has had dealings with the actual US postal service will wonder a bit about that one.
[toastity] forran Deprived TFM cross-thread.
Ooh, Marmite.
We had that this morning followed by a lovely sunny afternoon.
Ooh ta! I mean just cos I already had some, doesn’t mean I can’t manage a bit more.
Time forran bee-bed.
Sweet dreams and best nights to all Cellarites.
Soo xx
Gin, Darling
I don’t eat Marmite, but will have my ration/portion as Vodka or Beer, thank-you…
Carinthia.xx
Never rationed, Carinthia, Nighty-night.
Soo xx