You must come first today, Carinthia (even without pointy elbows) but I wouldn’t mind a glass half full of ice with summick more interesting innit, too.
I am going to nurse my left index finger, newly sliced* while preparing cauli. Darn these dim evenings to heck!
That Poodle is fond ovva drop of wine and she hasn’t learned that from me.
Gus has a picture of the Birthday Girl (I really should come to terms with technology) and may post it here, if That Cat (xx) hasn’t savaged her too much.
Soo xx
How is he or she around cats, Soo? Has it been tried? If so, a welcome matt awaits in Ottawa. (Actually, we have quite often hosted friends’ cat-friendly dogs without mishap. Though some of our cats have not quite understood the ‘cat-friendly’ part and disappeared in a huff to the basement.)
Well, save for the loud cries of ‘Bugrit!’ emanating from the GusHaus.
Seized by a sudden craving for lentil and apricot soup, I hurtled kitchenward. Guess what? Thass right - no apricots.
And no, I’m not paying Tesco Express prices for them. n
Bah!