So, who wants to help... to perpetuate the cellar?

Sheet lightening every few seconds plus thunder here now, but no rain yet. And I have no buns*.

*Awaits commnents.

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Ah, well, I didn’t pick up on the detail that you were starting from cheese scones… Which are a very fine thing indeed when good, and so often a terrible disappointment. Mine are seldom up to much. Yours evidently are - yes, this is a blatant angle forra food parcel :innocent:

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S’obvious, innit: yer storm snaffled 'em.

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A bit of a step down from Gin Sparrer…

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joe, you have just wasted valuable :beer:. Via snortling.

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Apologies.

(Proffers compensatory :beers: )

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Oh, please don’t be sorry. Though you might be due a visit from Sparrer’s bruvver…

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It’s good here…

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envy envy envy.

But - just askin’, like - have you been particularly Bad recently, dere?

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?

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Yes, well :kissing_heart:
Soo xx

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Again?

It’s not even been a week since the last one…

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Don’t you want that tyre lever back?

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Well, a week is barely measurable, these days, joe.
Best nights, Cellarites,
Soo xx

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Well, for one thing, it’s not ours. And even if it were, it would rather depend on the mode of delivery…

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Gin, Soo

I think that we all need Summat Strong, ATM

Carinthia.xx

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As so often, dere Chatelaine, you are not wrong.
Gxx

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Invisible ducks! Outside, now. Thattis not an invitation to a thorough and righteous kicking, btw. Just a description of the whereabouts of the invisible ducks.

Oh, didn’t I say? They are audible, not the reverse. Quite noticeably.

ETA: maybe this should be in Poultry Report. Or the Fortean wossname.

Ducks gone now.

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Bluddy Ell, Gus

Proffers Pitcher before going to bed

Carinthia.xx

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Here’s an orange, Darling, just in case. One cannot be too careful.
Sleep well.
Gxx

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