Twellsy, you have sewn & knitted lovely clothes. You do arse-farting crafty things with felt & glitter that no sane person would attempt .
Things are not messes
They are Learning Opportunities…
Carinthia.xx
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The Ma was lured out to a ‘socially distanced’ tea extravaganza today. She rather enjoyed it, and must have been stir crazy because she made friends, or at least peace, with a Jack Russell whom she has hated from a distance for years. It came and sat on her feet.
It has cheered her up greatly, so I cannot be too po-faced about the unwisdom of it. Anyway, Chris P, who is a sensible woman on the whole, positioned the Ma’s chair, etc.
Gahhh! or Hurrah! or Something.
Think I’ll go with ‘Something’.
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Have Severial Hugs, Gus
Annan Pitcher
The worry about our Darlings is never far away
Carinthia.xx
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She made - sorry, but it’s famous throughout much of the county - lemon drizzle cake last night for her friend across the road’s 92nd, or poss 93rd, birthday.
Chapeau! to the Ma, on the whole.
One does worry, but this afternoon has obviously lifted her spirits a lot.
Rock, gibber, slurp, huggity
Gxx
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There was bingo last night, and what appeared to be rounders, and shouting children until about 9.30 after which I paid no more attention. (The double-glazing is quite good.) I managed to restrain the urge to walk up to the edge of our drive (some of them were sitting just outside it) and cough horribly. I am an Good Sparrer. (But I’m fairly sure I didn’t shout all the time I was out of doors when I was an fledgling.)
yardarm
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Dear chatelaine you are a wonderfully supportive friend and I am lucky to know you
I will pop a fresh loaf into the trebuchet and ask the wee birdie to aim it to you with a nice pound of Kerrygold (the dear stuff!)
Now as to today’s amusements - shall I use tailor’s chalk I found in my sewing box to make another throw over you sort of frock or do I knit a cat
The owl is on standby as anything made of cotton yarn knit on 4 or 5 double ended needles needs close supervision by one’s knitting guru
One knows there is a potential problem when the guru makes noises on the phone about twisting of the piece and the joys of increasing on one extra needle while keeping the other 3 needles straight
Gus
May I join you in a sniff and gravel in the eyes moment there?
Especially the wee dog making friends
Now I am off to dig through and find things to do from my crafty bits
Just leaving the Ulster fry on chafing dishes
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It is a worry isn’t it Gus? Sympathies. Similarly, OMCB spent yesterday evening sitting in a neighbour’s garden and drinking wine. I’d much rather she hadn’t but she was finding the memories so very difficult - 75 years ago she was at a tennis party with Poor Old Dad (who wasn’t poor or old at the time, obviously, he was 17) at his parents’ house when the news came, having fairly recently met him. She has such clear memories of the day, of being newly in love, of the relief and happiness, and of knowing that he wouldn’t soon be called up to fight after all. How could I begrudge her anything that helped?
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None of us could, TFM.
Soo xx
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Indeed wee bee
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Joe
Enjoy the full strength thunderstorms I am sending you
All in wrung out but grumbling thunder for your enjoyment
Whilst I for once sit in the full sun and listen to the thunder
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I have a real weather head, & so mithered that the compression gloves & stockings have been removed, so I wish that summat would happen, & quickly.
Carinthia.xx
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That sounds nasty, dere Chatelaine.
What do we want? Thunderstorms. When do we want 'em? Weekly, minimum Now!
Hugs.
Gxx
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I will give the one nearest me a shove chatelaine wards
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We had better have a round of Medicinals.
I have just heard of the death of a friend. He had a heart attack whilst out cycling this morning.
RIP Bob
Carinthia.xx
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[raises glass]
Bob!
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RIP, Bob.
Soo xx
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Candle lit, glass raised.
RIP Bob.
And hugs for a Chatelaine.
Gxxx
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And another glass raised to Bob here.
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Sounds a bit mean! 
…however, I am reminded of an instance back when I lived in Blightly, and next-door’s kitty used to sneak into our kitchen (through convenient cat-flap added (…for the benefit of our kitties) so in order to repel unwanted invaders we used to keep a couple of “Fairy-Liquid” bottles (filled with water) close to hand.
One evening, Malcolm (other house occupant) caught Sparta (next door’s kitty) sitting on kitchen counter helping herself to a delish cream-cake. Unfortunately poor Malcolm grabbed a brand-new, full Fairy-Liquid bottle by mistake and didn’t realise his error until he had discharged most of the green contents over the kitty (…and the cake, and the kitchen wall and counter) Cake ruined! 
Miss Sparta just sat there and nonchalantly cleaning the goo from her fur (cf. Paul Gallico: “Jennie” “When in doubt, WASH!”), unfortunately when I got to the kitchen, I was greeted by what looked like a rabid kitty sitting on counter, giving me the evil eye and attempting to wash herself. Luckily Sparta survived, little harm done as she still kept coming back to raid our kitchen!
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I’m sorry for that, Carinthia.
Raising a glass to Bob!
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