Hurrah! and good for you and the surprising Mrs Shanks, Armers. I hope you and the kitchen have a long and happy relationship.
I have never knowingly had a proper barm cake, so I shan’t really miss them. I wonder whether the less-solid nature of modern Marmite is a result of the same health worries.
Good afternoon, Cellarites.
Well done on the completion of the Surprising Kitchen, Armers.
Our Dear Chatelaine is having a parlous time ovvit, having found the calling cards of mice in the awning. Lysol is being deployed. No doubt she will find time to power-up the waptop, later. Beer Should Be Ready.
Soo xx
Mr Soo has been rather horrified by the whole mouse/hen thang.
Brought up, as he was, amongst Rhode Island Reds (who he asserts only eat worms and grubs for meat) he is quite shocked. Bless.
Soo xx
Oh goodness, wee Bee, I hadn’t realised you had a Rescue Husband… Did it take a long time to habituate him to a kind, human household?
With apologies to the blameless and respected Mr Soo, FoB elect, honorary board member, willing poodle slave and expert Bee-wrangler. Which is quite different from apiary. Or topiary. Urgle - stop digging, Gus, you muppet.
Morning all. We are promised heavy rain, hurrah! (I entirely understand that some of you have other preferences, and I try not to hold your errors against you.)
Our Chatelaine had a good supper with friends, annalot to drink, she says. Still not set up with Internetty, but she’ll be with us all as soon as she can.
Mraow! repeatedly, nay, frantically. PFO heard me on the phone wiv a fag out back and came charging up the fence, thought twice about it, charged up a different segment of fence and has gone mad and bitey and happy. He never used to mraow and call to or at me so I am slightly flattered.
From this you will gather that I am home having been most kindly and royally taken care of and entertained. Gusses do not come more fortunate than this one.
Tonight please raise glasses to That Fish and That Sparrer.
Cheers, me very dears