You crack on with shifting thst bronchitis, dear Twellsy. I look for good news on that front on my return.
Gxx
Hoolie & rain again here
Itās going to be another long nightā¦
Sossinges are being cooked in the ovenā¦
Steps smartly to one side
Waves to Gus & orders a pint of Summat Niceā¦
Carinthia.xx
Found it! Itās the one line Tamzin has to say as an owlerās boy in the film called Marsh Fever, in The Summer of the Great Secret. It was driving me nuts. More nuts.
First Sossinge for Fishy
Carinthia.xx
Yum! Thank you.
[swooooooopity] [peckity][peckity][peckity]
The drive to Cambridge and back was pretty easy: a bit of standing water, a few buffets by the wind, but nothing one wouldnāt expect to encounter at least occasionally.
Good luck to the Gusly Voyage.
I donāt believe it, the boat sailed this evening! I mean, Iām glad she did anā all that but Iām also glad Iām not on board.
Nothing, nothing could persuade me to board that boat, TFM. Ermā¦cold sossingesā¦Iād enjoy them for that short period before expulsion, I suppose.
Tomorrow, those birds will have no sustenance from we bees. Pore fings!
Kindest wishes to Carinthia, Twellsy and others ailing. Iāll buzz off to bed. Best nights, all.
Soo xx
I would love to be on the ferry tonight TFM
I likes rough sea
Standing and drinking beer at the afflicted seasick ones is fun
You mean that you wouldnāt fall orff the bar stool?
Amazingā¦
Am about to take me tablets
Donāt ferget yer Gin, Soo
Carinthia.xx
Iāve always been cursed by seasickness. Never suffer from it myself, which means I always end up having to look after those who doā¦
Take care tomorrow, Gus
Thereās still a lot of wevver about
Carinthia.xx
Reminds me of me honeymoon. The weather had gone through but it left a lot of sea behind (and took a certain amount of railway with it).
There was much puking going on, and much suppressed giggling on my part. My new-wed husband did his best to disown me. Just those few hours too late.
Waves to our ailing ones. Good luck with the tablets, dear Chatelaine. Keep on with the whole breathing thing, Twellsy, and REST.
What is it about honeymoons, eh? Our ferry to France acquired an hole innit trying to dock in Dover, & we had to wait for hours in one of the fairly nasty & more or less closed cafes at the port.
It was called āThe Merry Dophinā, if memory servesā¦
We arrived in Paris very late indeed
Hey Ho
Carinthia.xx
I was the one who returned from honeymoon in a wheelchairā¦
Me too. And me too, for different reasons.
Neither TFD or I have ever suffered sickness but my problem is that Iām hopeless at staying on my feet when walking about on a boat in a rough sea - and I cannot get through a nearly 4 hour sailing without needing a wee at some point. Plus, when you do manage get to the loos they are full of people throwing up revoltingly.
I usually go for sitting and eating a full cooked breakfast at them. They love that.
Now now, dere, no boasting.
Full cooked breakfast goes well wivva
yardarm
The wind has dropped abit here, but itās Ferkin cold
Carinthia.xx
We just have rain, though there was a certain amount of fast-moving air during the night.