So, who wants to help ... to rattle on in the cellar?

You set me off in a Nashly direction there.

"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. "

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Who told you what goes on in our bedroom Gus?

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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.

First come, first served

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Holds out plate

And offers gin

Or vodka

Or beer…

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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 :wink: yer fruited celery nonsense is dressed in lemon juice, wholegrain mustard and EVOO. THick or thin for yer gammon slices, dere?

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I would deffo go with this option.

I’m just as needy.

Soo xx

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Gawds.
Somebody put some sugar water on a spoon for that poor fainting Bee, would you? (It only thinks it needs gin)

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[Faints in anticipation]

Soo xx

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Places a :honeybee: size saucer of nectar enriched gin for said :honeybee: to fall into

With pollen sprinkled on top to catch in the wee :honeybee: sfuzzy livery

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I’ve had enuff of Sodding Pollen to last me a lifetime, thank-you

Sneeze Central here

Carinthia.xx

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Then you won’t be hsving any of this?

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Oh Noooooooooo

Carinthia.xx

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I will volunteer to taste honeybee gin

The dear wee birdie and I practice hard at gin quality control tests

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I don’t like Gin

Or Honey

Shudders…

Carinthia.xx

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I like both

So I will make sure you don’t have to taste either dear chatelaine

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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?

Pukage, I suppose I’ll draw this to a close.

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Snorkity Snork

Ya Bugga …

Am recovering from vacuuming the stairs this evening

I suspect that Severial Medicinals will be required …

Ahem

Carinthia.xx

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[pourity] [pourity] [flump]

Home safe, new 3D print put on to run overnight, orf to me nest.

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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

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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

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