How are you off for dangerous organic solvents?
A nice, if chilly day. Blue skies, dry. Good view weather.
It seems to have been a while !!
Home, ckeared a drain of gunk & leaves. It’s been blocked in the high rains. Then cleaned out under the sink, wish-dosher & wishing machine as the blocked drain had given a bit of 'feedback"
Then emptied the wishing machine sump … found a missing sock, two buttons, a 10p piece and a largely disintegrated colour-catcher.
Recorralled the bins. They seem to have decided to go for a walk, like 4 Daleks without clear motivation.
Now, belly port, mash & corn, with a cider sauce.
One can never have too much in the way of that sort of supplies, dere Dunnock.
I think I’m suffering from exhaustion-by-proxy here. I need a drink to recover.
As do I TFM
Gin?
No Cellarite shall go thirsty!
[pourity][pourity]
Middle 'Normous Slammer, please
Carinthia.xx
Happy sigh.
[pourity] [pourity] [gluggle]
< busy dissolvin’ fings >
I have been pondering this. I want a machine that turns wishes into dosh.
Burp !!
Hmm.
Ooops.
Modern vacuum cleaners have so many filters these days, that summat always needs decoking, Gus
Carinthia.xx
Oh GREAT. The lights blacked out for about half a second and now alarms are going off all round. Deep joy. Not.
It was the notion that unseemliness on its own would do the job that appealed to me, dear Chatelaine. Admittedly that took some pretty determined misreading.
Wasn’t that Flanders & Swann?
I am now home after a good time was had at the rally
Typical Irish attitude to my wheelchair
A barstool was found and my wheelchair parked beside me and gawds help anyone complaining about that
I am happy if you’re happy, Twellsy. So glad you had a Good Time!
I shopped (Mr Bee wozzat the gym) before the long reading session and spent a very enjoyable taxi drive home with a Nigerian chap who had married an Irish woman and had lived there for many years. Despite the fact that I could hardly get a word in edgeways, I’d have happily asked him to drive to Sainsbury’s and back again to hear more. Except that would have been a bit weird. Wot? (I hear you arsk.)
I have never knowingly de-coked a vacuum cleaner and am too old to learn new tricks, but I take my frilly hat off to you, Carinthia. Mainly because it makes me feel less odd for the kitchen spring-clean
Bedtime, for me. Good nights, Cellarites. No political comments are hidden within this post because I sat on my hands and typed with my eyelashes.
Soo xx
Show-off!
I expect that you would like Gin…
Carinthia.xx