That sounds so interesting, Fishers. Mr Soo would fit right in (he’s writing a novel, presently). Alas - he izz too feak and weeble to be able to sort out anything, today. I don’t think that I could tempt him with a glittery lav seat, even 
. I have made him a cheese and mushroom flan, for lunch and he’ll go back to bed shortly after scoffing it, I believe.
Thanks to Gus, I intend an afternoon of solitary guffawing via McAuslan. Bliss!
Pore BiL, Carinthia. Sympathy to you, too.
Soo xx
Sunset. Which means my day of silence is over.
Tseep!
Gawds, Dunnock
I was worried that you had signed the pledge…
Visit to Cemetery & then a Late Lunch at the pub
Carinthia.xx
Ah, the rare pleasure of an A****ers-free Sunday evening…
[pourity] [pourity] [pourity]
One has not been so lucky.
Kwoffity.
Soo xx
Sounds like you need cheering up, so especially for you…
Utterly brilliant, joe. Thank you!
Happy bee, me.
Hens would make life even better, but I can wait. Ooh, did I tell you that we’ll be visiting the Peebles Poultry Show in February? Luxury B&B is booked and I am, sadly, really looking forward to it!
Mr Soo has shuffled off, up the apples and pears. He has chemically coshed himself with all manner of stuff to help him sleep. I didn’t dissuade him.
Soo xx
G’nights, all.
Soo xx
Safe home, bed now.
[yawnity] Tseep.
Morning all. Looks like quite a pleasant day here, warmish and with some rain in the afternoon.
Morning all
Bacon butties on the table
I am orf swimming
Bin to John Lewis looking at outside lights, among other things. Some of them aren’t even IP-rated, and nothing better than IP54. I find that frankly disgusting; for English weather I’d never install anything below 66.
Well, quite, Hedgers. Who would?
[Koff]
Tesco came up with lights that met Mr Bee’s requirements (he is Mr Bee) and Homebase was declared a torture too far. No glittery throne, then. Oh, well.
Soo xx
John Lewis did have a lighting display that I immediately christened “blood on the icicles”. That Fish Looked at me.
For reasons possibly known only to me, those bloodied icicles remind me, sharply, of Fleet Foxes’ Winter Hymnal:
On the way to the pub we saw a Great Big Spider in the road.
She was still alive; I gave her a gentle poke after taking the photo, and she moved towards the pavement.
Blimey, Dunnock
Thassa bigun
Carinthia.xx
Glad you taught her some road sense, Hedgers.
Soo xx
Ambition outruns capacity.
