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

And then there is castor oil plants…

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I’ll bee off, then.
Best nights, Cellarites,
Soo xx

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Sweet dreams wee bee

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Don’t ferget yer Gin, Darling

Carinthia. xx

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Ooh goody. Where, exactly?

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I have seen, Elseboard, & on FaceAche that Prabhakari has died.
His funeral will be at 9-15 tomorrow/today.

I hope that his next life is kinder to him…

Carinthia. xx

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Oh what sad news

I also wish him a kinder next turn of the wheel

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Gus dear you are going to have to be patient

I might tell location of castor oil plants if you have good enough reason for wanting them

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[passerine sidle]
Got some good old fashioned bryony growing in the garden (aka “don’t eat that you’ll die”, though it’s usually only fatal to small children). Surely a limpet could find a use for such as that.

yardarm

onna wet (hurrah!) day. One more lot of Hot this afternoon, and even that’s only 26 rather than 30+. We can make it.

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I call that good old fashioned deadly nightshade - related to potatoes and tomatoes…

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Excellent herbs had the limpets of old
Belladonna and bryony,
Monkshood, foxglove and Jacob’s Pea…

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Tee Hee my ricinus plants are good when I fancy a little light nerve gassing…

Gus do you thing we could poison them as irritates us?

I have a list to be gone through and I daresay novice saxophonists could be added at the top

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I think of nightshade berries as rather darker, more dark cherry or even black. This one’s not solanaceae but a cucurbit - squash, pumpkins, courgettes, cucumbers and various melony things.

A more humane hedgesparrow never
Did in the land exist;
To nobody second,
I’m certainly reckoned
A true philanthropist.
It is my very humane endeavour
To make, to some extent,
Each evil liver
A running river
Of harmless merriment.

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Bravo!
Soo xx

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School lunch every other Thursday, that was.

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Bravo wee birdie

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Faint rumblings of thunder.
Have nipped up and shut the attic windows. Was standing poking me head out of the roof and scanning the sky but, well, 'Elf & Safety, innit.

Dear Thor,
I have been a relatively Good Gus - for oooh, at least a couple of hours - and there is a saxophonist over the way in sore need of a smiting.
Thanks in advance
P. Vulgaris (Mrs)

Damn. It seems to be moving AWAY. No fair!

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Of course for extra fun you could couple your lightning tracker to an aircraft tracker and see if you can make them match up.

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Put on yer robes and get chanting.

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Often I feel that you and I share a sense of fun, dere Sparrer. This appears not to be one of those times. It would end in tears and kit getting …broke.

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