"Just as I know that there are two Hagens, Walter and Copen,
I know that marriage is a legal and religious alliance entered into by a
man who can’t sleep with the window shut and a woman who can’t
sleep with the window open. "
I feel a fit of Deadly Attack Potato Salad coming on, Cellarites. Possibly with a celery/apple/grape/[optional] nut not-Waldorf (because not a mayo-based dressing) salad so it doesn’t feel lonely. Because I am boiling a small smoked gammon. And we wouldn’t want that feeling lonely either, us being what we is.
Thank you Twellsy [slurpity]. It’s all taken a bit longer than anticipated, but pile in. The Deadly Attack Potato Salad is a pleasing shade of pale salmon because of the addition of smoked paprika to the enfolding gloop. I find it additive, as additives go yer fruited celery nonsense is dressed in lemon juice, wholegrain mustard and EVOO. THick or thin for yer gammon slices, dere?
The Queen was in the parlour, swigging gin and honey
The King tore through the counting house, looking for his money
The Maid was on the terrace with a pressure hose
Dear me, what had happened?
rock, gibber, panic.
A friend has gone uncharacteristically silent and I am bothered. Not admitted to the nearest, or the next nearest bigger, A&Es, though, so it’s technology malfunctioning. Isn’t it? panicpanicpanic. It’s not just the friend, it’s the cats and birdses needing feeding and and and, panicpanicpanic. Gibber
Unpanic, degibber, paper. Not even technology malfunction. Technology-left-at-work, more like. And that, dear friends, is why doing everything on an iPhone is a Bad Idea. Well, one of the reasons.
I am going back to bed. l8rz ow ow ow, stoppit