So do I. But I suppose it might be a faff to do that on some phones
True, but that would be where the dreaded autocorrect would actually come into its own.
Have you tried the spray bottle trick? Just quickly mist around the oven when you put the loaves in and make sure some gets on to the tops of the loaves. (Thatās as well as the tray of water, not instead, I should add.)
And be sure not to confuse your spray bottle of water with the same of Milton or Zoflora (this is a Top Tip, btw)
I did tell you I mistakenly Zofloraed me celery, didnāt I?
Does it work on noisy children?
Topically, no. Orally, like a dream. There will be a brief exacerbation of symptoms and then perfect peace, broken only by neenaws and flashing blue lights.
Thereās a rather significant adverb in there, though.
Having had significant neighbourly pressure applied to us, we are more than ever determined to bee us. Effing āweāll meet againā. Gawds.
Best dreams,
Soo xx
A strong argument for permanent social distancing
Good-oh.
Donāt forget to torch their sodding bunting. I would cough in the general direction of their fecking scones too, but then I am Not Nice
Saw some sort of official list of little-Englander activities for tomorrow.
Mostly because a friend had done a parody of it by replacing them all with ābeerā.
Another friend said he couldnāt hang up flags because he hadnāt been able to find them for the French, Americans, Canadians, Poles, Indians, etc.ā¦
What new hell is this?
I may well plant the Union Jack into the front hedge ā¦ just to piss off Mrs. Plaid Cymru across the road.
Most things feel better when sheās upset.
Sheās just one single neighbour. I feel like that about the majority of a) my compatriots; and b) my species.
Bring On The Limpets, thass wot I say. Oh, and Cāmon Cymru, obviously ;- )
I did have a note through the door last week asking if I would like to join in by having my own personal tea-party on my own drive.
I didnāt actually get fully dressed until 4pm today, as I got abit chilled dozing.
Tomorrow is also World Red Cross day, as itās Henri Dunantās Birthday.
Proffers Medicinals
Carinthia.xx
Iāll drink to that (shuttup at the back, ta), Dahlink.
Gxxxx
Iām inclined to agree. In other ways, Iām quite fond of the buggas. But - wot did they do with me Labour Day? Ugh. Back to me jigsaw.
Soo xx
Not at work, but one of Feralās boxes blew up last night so itās all go.
[delicate sippity gin]