That is a very good point!
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SplutterâŚ
Carinthia.xx
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I think our Chatelaine needs First Aid.
Bring the vodkas. And the nebuliser. And some ice. No, more ice, you fool. And a glass. ffs, who trains these people?
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Well, it stopped her splutterinâ, dinnit. While not actually indicated, the prospect of it calmed the patient down considerably. Nebuliser = No Fags, see. And if there is Prescription Vodka⌠< gotta light? >
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I was just wondering why it is that I always read the title of this thread as âSo, who wants to help⌠to perpetrate the cellar?â. Though it isnât all that inappropriate a title, now I come to think of it.
Good morning all, btw.
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Good morning from a shaky old bat
Meds of the nebuliser type leave me very shaky
Itâs a common effect so the choice is shake or breathe!
So I am doing the hippy hippy shakes
And my hips take some shaking!
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But are you feeling any better this morning, shakes apart, darling Twellsy? That is what matters.
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A close watch is being kept, important signs show âstableâ which must be considered good. Now, if the weather improves that too will help, although weâre not really going to benefit from improved air quality, given that our air quality here has always been about as good as it can get! Iâll bet urban dwelling asthmatics are benefiting.
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Morning all. Itâs getting a little cooler and cloudier outside, but the gin reserves are still plentiful so no urgent need to go out anywhere.
yardarm
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Ulster fries are ready on chafing dishes
Yon Bull is doing scrambled eggs which he does very well
Soft and creamy and delicious
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I did a bit of counting.
We have 86 bottles of red vino in da house. We also have a handful of paler pinkish looking stuff and even some claiming to be âwhiteâ*.
I then counted the gin and similar. Note that I donât do spirits.
Mrs. Armrest has a surprisingly large total of ⌠(
drum-roll, fanfare of brass, large cymbal, gongâ:mega:) 38 gins. Thirty blooming eight. Not all full, admitedly, but by anyoneâs calculation thatâs officially âquite a lotâ.
We DO have a good range of tonics as well. Possibly not enough to man-mark that much gin but itâd give it a go.
Add oneâs & twoâs of brandy, Armagnac, rum, barcardi, martini, calvados, cointreau and others Iâve never heard of, & I confidently predict âweâll be OK till late Aprilâ.
Though, maybe a bit more red wine is needed.
*white which, of course, isnât white at all brings me to a tale I shall recount later, or on request.
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So, two splits, then?
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If youâve that much Booze in the house, one would rather expect you to understand the importance of keeping the bloody noise down of a morning.
Harrumph
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I have just evicted a bumblebee
Sheesh
Liberates Pitcher
Carinthia.xx
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Pore fing, just looking for a home!
Soo xx
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Why is White Wine called âWhiteâ ?
Coz it patently isnât. I mean, as opposed to red itâs clearly paler but, well MILK is white, generally but wineâs not âwhiteâ.
This, in the âlearning to drink alcoholâ phase of my life led to what should be known as âa bit of confusionâ between me and a âNatterjack Toadâ looking woman serving at the large Yatesâ Wine Lodge in town. A true spit & sawdust environment with an upstairs gallery and wood-floored open area at ground level where customers were corralled toward the bar by a wooden fence type arrangement to place their order.
Frankly it looked like a saloon in a Western.
I reached the Natterjack Toad who asked what I wanted. I was unsure. I went for âa white wine, pleaseâ and she said âa glass, or a schooner ?â. âSorry, whatâs a schooner ?â.
She placed down a sherry schooner shaped receptical & then next to it, a far larger, sherry schooner shaped recepticle. Pointing at the first she barked âglass (ribbit)â and then pointing at the larger one barked âschooner (ribbit)â.
âAaah. Iâll have a glassâ
âDry ⌠medium ⌠or sweet ? (ribbit)â.
âOh, ⌠errr ⌠sweet, pleaseâ.
Hey, I was about 16, give me a break.
She turned to a tap in the wall and poured a glass of clear, but distinctly pale yellow, syrupy liquid from a draft wine container on the wall. They also, I swear to the Lord, served DRAFT Champagne from a similar wall mounted tap.
She slapped the drink down and demanding money (ribbit) as I remarked " ⌠thatâs not white !! Itâs almost yellow !".
The next words (ribbit) were to the effect of âLook you little pipsqueak, do you want fckg serving or not ?â. I paid.
I quite liked it.
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Yesterday I sat on a bench beside a rather 'orrible muddy pool in the woods and watched a bumble-bee bumbling about among some bramble stalks and fallen leaves clearly looking for something; I wondered whether it had lost its hole.
Armers, we all make mistakes, and you were very young. Far too young, in fact, to be drinking in a Yates.
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I caught the bee inna cloth, & put it in the front garden.
I had better locate the Wasp Toaster though
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
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I am waiting for friends to deliver 25kg of strong bread flour
I will beat the bread flour shortage!
I am knitting stripey arms for the wabbit
I think I will try to carry the thread up the side rather that knot it onto the next collour
As each stripe is only 2 rows i hope this worksâŚ
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Literal-minded little bleeder, werenât you? My sympathies are entirely with the servingtoad.
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