Snorkity Snork, Dunnock!
Carinthia.xx
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I always look after wee birdies
So put that second beak away!
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Scampi & salad here tonight, & Bat out of Hell being constructed for the morrow
Carinthia.xx
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Dear chatelaine
I am using my store of flour
I hope our neighbour who is awaiting an email list is going to find flour in the county town tomorrow
He is a vegan so he goes to the elf fud shop so yeast will be on the list with flour
As will wine and beer!
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ye whit noo?
Silesian Sausage Soup is happening here. Not sure if it is a soup or a stoo, tbh, but it is definitely Nourishing, or at least Hearty. I used a whole tin of tomatoes, dammit. And a tin of chickpeas. The extravagance!
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There is fresh bread here, too, incidentallyā¦
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Mine is just out of the oven [whoosh] [ooof!] [youāre welcome, Dahlink] - sorry, just took a Chatelainely elbow amidships - and it looks and smells remarkably bread-like. And the dough was pretty lively, not to say riotous, so I am hoping that The Knack has not departed and that I do not give my poor friend indigestion.
Now I get to plot how to hand it over. She is technically Vulnerable, so I want to be careful.
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Well, it wonāt be up to much if she leaves it sitting in the hall for three days.
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She could use it to kill burglars or rodents if so: since she is mortal 'feared of both, I would still have been Useful in that case [grinnity].
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\______/ <---- Me Reserve Plateā¦
Meatloaf, Gusā¦
Carinthia.xx
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oh FFS. For the avoidance of doubt. that was directed at me rather than at you. Was running though anything and everything that began with a Bee and an Aitch and didnāt get much further than fags, tbhā¦
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Bread now delivered. Untouched by yooman 'and since it left the oven (well, that would be the case anyway, some might say), carefully shrouded in pre-emergency brown paper and handed over at arms length.
Which reminds me. I really, really want to read The Leaky Establishmentā¦
But for now, I shall concentrate on me Soup of the Red Death.
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Um. When I went over the road with the bread, my neighbour said I looked [pause] āniceā. I have just had a think about that. For reasons best known to someone other than me, I am wearing a Big Black Dress, distinguishable from an abiyah only in that the neck is cut slightly below the collar bone. I was wearing a black shawl, had a Useful Device slung around me neck, had lumpy shoes on and stout socks. Also, though not visible to the casual observer, a warm grey vest (deliberate grey, not the naturally occurring sort of shade) and Serviceable, Roomy Drawers. I have the wild grey hair. Oh, and the BBD has Capacious Pockets.
In fact, I am just a hairpin or two away from being Granny Weatherwax. Call me Esme if you dare.
NOT available for midwifery (ewww, no) but will remove thorns from livestock for the minimum wage, plus Herbs.
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Prolly not, if itās all the same xx
Today has been largely filled with people - on the 'phone and otherwise. We did have a fab walk along the coastline at Seaton Sluice - just an hour, but the sky and sea were blue.
Tomorrow (given that Mr Bee wants tthis to happen) Iāll go shopping and heāll go to the gym - for the last bluddy time-forra-while. Weāre a bit behind other areas with the blight, but are keeping our fingers on the pulse.
Soo xx
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Are you then going to be fighting over the treadmill, Soo?
Carinthia.xx
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No, Darling. Itās mine. To share, nicely.
Soo xx
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My son rang me from Norway this evening, carefully timing it not to be during The Archers, to let me know how everything is going with him and his family and to find out how we were. Also to tell me that there is a grand piano he no longer wants (made for my grandmother, inherited by my father, then by my son) because he has bought himself a new and very lovely one, and he hopes I donāt mind. Which of course I do in a way, terribly, but it was given to him and it is his to do with what he wants. Which i told him ā the latter bit, not the former.
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Have a Hug, Fishy
Thatās not easy
Carinthia.xx
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Of course you do, Fishers. You are doing a Right Thing, imho, but it will hurt. Pianos are alive, for me. My overstrung upright job in the dining room is a truly beautiful instrument, to me, but DD may not wish to inherit/adopt this. I hope that you donāt mind, Dear.
Soo xx
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I sort of do and I donāt. I have had the pleasure of seeing my children and my grandchildren do as I did when I was a child, and lie underneath it while their father played ā a grand sounds completely different from underneath ā and I wouldnāt live to see great-grandchildren doing this, so Iāve had all the nostalgia I am going to get from it, I guess.
It had a lovely tone, and I can remember that. And the fun we had discovering exactly where and when it was made and by which of three people in a London workshop.
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