Don’t ferget yer Gin, Soo
Carinthia.xx
Don’t ferget yer Gin, Soo
Carinthia.xx
Morning
Brekkie is liquidised bacon butties through a straw
Pore Twellsy!
Gentle hugs.
Soo xx
Lunch of soup, yoghurt, or eggs & back to bed with yer next dose of painkillers?
Orrible for you
Carinthia.xx
Tea through me llama and poppy juice pills Then a martyr and bean soup for dinner with some bread soaked into the soup to mop it up and give me fibre aginn the poppy juice effects
My sympathies. Look on the bright side, though - the root cause of the problem has been tackled so it shouldn’t give you any more problems once it’s closed.
The pub is still there. And still full of beer. Though I’m doing my best to fix that.
Waves to Dunnock
No Dear, I’m over here, & there’s only 1 of me…
Carinthia.xx
Snortle!
Here, the Saxophonist appears to have been carried off by the demon I summoned knocked off for the day. Instead, from next-door-but-one, courtesy of open French window, we have
Au-Plonk!-de la lun-Plonk!
Mon am-Plonk! Pierr-Plonk!
Gawds
Like the children’s dancing class held in the room above a hall we were using. Baby elephants practising 123 Hop…
Drink?
Carinthia.xx
Please, Darling.
Gxx
I managed to crack a joist by practising pointe work in my bedroom!
Not today, I hope…
Carinthia.xx
No dear one - Liscannor stone slabs are not conducive to ballet
Nor is a very very very sore mouth!
It won’t be, Twellsy
I appear to have shares in the cheapo version of Corsodyl
Still, itizz marginally better than TCP…
Carinthia.xx
Wash yer mahf aht, Lidy.
Oh, hang on a tick…
You remind me why I am grateful to live in a very quiet hamlet with very quiet neighbours, and none of them very close. OTOH we had tractors thundering past all day yesterday bringing in silage…
We have a field of baby bullocks inn a nearby field bellowing for their mums
I have a fancy new keyboard to tame
It’s resisting…