The tea is not uncharacteristic; do you generally not have buttered sultana scones?
They are by no means a daily occurrence, no; but the refained element was the timing, which dignified the event as âAfternoon Teaâ.
Post-yardarm, you mean?
Ooo I say hoe elegant Gus
Here I have put my order in to the butcher and he will have it ready for our neighbours to collect manana por la manana
The scribble of a list is being typed by the Bull for legibility
I hate being dependent on folk but the only thing I can do is remain isolated and try to be patient
I was chatting by phone to B and apparently a neighbour considers having friends in for tea to be isolating herself
We are not amused and B will definitely not be taking up an invitation for tea for herself and childer
B played ring the bell and run away here on her walk today
She has made peanut and chocolate cookies and wanted to drop some off for us so they were bagged and put on the windowsill and the doorbell rang
She scarpered to the end of the drive so we could wave and call friendly greetings to each other
Our shopping neighbour has got a new answering service - ten years old going on twenty
Itâs nice to chat to the childer while they summon their parents
I am trying alcohol bread - I put the last of my live yeast in a bottle with an airlock with water and sugar
This makes alcohol and more yeast so I have used half of the contents of the bottle to make bread with
It is rising slowly so I will feed the bottle and pop it back in the fridge
âwhat could possibly go wrong?â
Hic!
Whaddya meansh?
I knowsh alkyfrolic thangsh
Precisely my point, dahlink.
[grinnity]
Bread has been bought
Fish Finger sandwiches will be madeâŚ
Carinthia.xx
I bloody LOVE fish-finger sarnies. On.heavily buttered self-sliced tin-loaf with an inappropriate amount of salt & a pot of tea.
For me no ketchup or even tartar sauce but be my guest. (Burp).
Meanwhile, fresh crusty loaf just out of the oven. (Still using the last of the standard strong white - enough for one more loaf after this, then on to the T65âŚ)
I donât eat Fetchup, but some good TaTa sauce wouldnât go amiss
There were a couple of very unpleasant people in the shop, who were fairly drunk & abusive
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
Nearly perfect. Iâll just add a squeeze of lemon.
Yum.
\_______/ <------ Me Plate, Joe
Carinthia.xx
A little more on marauding goats in Llandudmo âŚ
The class were asked asked to write a poem including the word âransomâ.
This was on the paper one of them handed in to the teacher:
âDown at the bottom of a deep ravine
A wild-cat sat with a sewing machine.
The sewing machine it went so fast
It put seventeen stitches in the wildcatâs elbow
And she ran some.â
Snortle, Fishy
I blame my motherâŚ
Youâre not the only one, dere < winky wotsit >
I still wanna goat!
Living goat with attitude pleaseâŚ
But, not a 23 stone Billy from the Isle of Man, Twellsy, as reported by TFM. I wouldnât want to be terrorised by such a Beast in my Cellarly Sanctuary.
Soo xx