You spoil the wee birdie Fishy one
Thatās Bluddy rich coming from you, Twellsy!
Carinthia.xx
And then I became almost immediately post-prandialā¦
I look after gin sparrers dear chatelaine
Has That Birdie been at the mirror again?
Sigh
There Is Only One Gin Sparrer
Carinthia.xx
Werl
Sometimes we may appear doubleā¦
(Take the vodka on the left.)
Any gin for a thirsty anti bionic ridden old bat?
[rigs up emergency pipeline]
There might be airlocks for the first few gulpities, so go gently.
You can belch in present company, Twellsy. Best wishes for dental healing.
Having spent a large part of the day being cross with things I canāt change, I am tired and will take my miserable drooping self off to bed (youāre allowed to cheer).
Best nights, Cellarites,
Soo xx
Not cheering
Sending Gin
Carinthia.xx
That looks so good, Soo
Thank-you
Carinthia.xx
Morning. Yet again. Ho hum. But at least thereās a
yardarm
Bluddy raining here
As per usual
Bacon butties ready
That Fish is beinā Industrious.
No gin?
However an industrious fish is a happy fish to paraphrase the sign on the ice house on a quay in N Donegal that reads
A cold fish is a happy fish
Have you really not noticed by now that I do not drink gin, Twellies? And since I donāt, why would I make myself any?
But you might want to spoil a wee birdie Fishy dear
Like the raven who thought all things round within certain boundaries of size were, or should have been, eyeballs, our Twellsy thinks all clear liquids should ideally be gin.
And what is wrong with that?
Oh, I see, only should ideally be gin and not should be gin.