I bloody hate this time of year. Need a large drink.
Yup, so do I.
Hell, yes!
Oh, I hadnāt me manners on me.
Hell, yes, please.
I was going to ask if we should sit on the misery bench and drink together but, hell, this is the cellar - we can make ourselves comfy in our misery, at least. No hard benches here, Iām sure.
Mineās the one with chenille faux nails.
Your very good health, dear. hic.
Mixed pitchers and the hell with Darringtonās disapproval.
Gxx
Even the Naughty Step is padded, and has its own mini-bar attached.
Orf to me nest.
What you might call a soft cellā¦
[yawnity]
Haze has moved in. Not a good flyinā day. More of a sittinā in me On Sweet drinkinā beer day.
yardarm
What do you have to do to get yourself sent to the naughty step? Itās my spiritual home so itās about time I gave it a try.
Being the Wrong Kind of Listener is a good start.
In yer end Oās are a good way of finding yerself on my naughty step
I gave up trying to be good and took up residence here YEARS ago
I have had a Message to say that our Dear Soo is having problems with the Internetty, / lack ovvit
All appears to be well
Orff to collect me Prescription
Carinthia.xx
Thanks, Carinthia. xx
Cheers; thank for letting us know.
Hello, all. Back on-line. Weāve had a fab day out: had a walk in woods, scallops for lunch (yumski!) and a stroll across one of the most idyllic beaches I know - all of this in sunshine, too! No otters spotted, Gus, but two military jets flew almost directly over our chalet just now. One very closely after the first. Always prepare for a second weāve learned, over the years.
Soo xx
The really surreal thing, for me, is when youāre on the top of a Welsh mountain somewhere and the obligatory two jets go past in the valley below you.
Below can be less terrifying than above, Fishers. The worst (and best) example from my experience was when walking with DD at the Corrieshalloch Gorge, a few years ago, and after the first had almost scalped us I warned her of the inevitable second and she was able to compose herself, just.
Love it!
Soo xx
Indeed. Iām sure Iāve told this before, but I once looked down on the Red Arrows as they flew over Derwentwater and I was on Catbells. It was so astounding that I had to confirm with brother-in-law that it had really happened and I hadnāt dreamt it!
Many years ago I was sinbathing in my garden on the day of the air show 2 miles from me
The red arrows were turning just over my bungalow (I swear they left red paint on my chimney)
After the first turn the buggas started waving at me
I was trying to sleep in the sun being on night shift so I was NOT amused at the noisy things
Blimey, Twellsy! They could have plunged to their deaths and as usual it would be the Womanās Fault. (see Adam and Eve.)
Remember SOD OFF BIGGLES?