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


#5103

Twellsy would need her specs fixed so she might find the right hole.
Gus, Mr Bee and I intend to make That Glorious Apricot Cake, this arvo. He has just dodged out, in the rain, to source ground almonds. I bought apricot jam, this time, as the rose petal one had gorn mouldy.
MiL is in fine fettle. She slept until 11.30 and was a bit discombobulated, forra while, but she is content to leave the thinking to BiL and us.
Soo xx


#5104

Madame chatelaine you offered to make me a real pink heffalump squeakwinned bikinki so cease your thudding


#5105

Soo THAT medic would deserve a hot pickling liquor pumped into every orifice and crevice I could find

With oodles of extra scotch bonnet puree
To add piquancy to the mix…


#5106

All the more reason for functioning spectacles, Twellsy. Some of the orifices are harder to find than others.
Soo xx


#5107

I’d go for boring old submersion, me.


#5108

The answer is obvious (well, it is to me): a sturdy cannula and make yer own


#5109

Ooh - you izz wicked, Gus!

That Cake izz in the oven…

Soo xx


#5110

Ooooo

How about making lots of orifices with canulae and simultaneous injection of hot stuff?

I could get used to having evil thoughts


#5111

Yay! Cake! I am sure it will be much enjoyed.

Very annoyed with myself: I forgot I had sultana cake in the tin and it has deteriorated beyond edibility. This is both a waste and rather alarmingly senile.


#5112

That’s why yer need a sparrer about the house…


#5113

Poor wee sparrers need feeding extra in the cold weather to help em keep going

Fevvers keep some heat in but the pore wee birdies need looking after


#5114

Cake has been tested and is delish. A piece has been put aside for MiL and the rest is in the freezer.
Soo xx


#5115

I lurve The Blue Man Group thang, Armers. And, the Jefferson Airplane ‘White Rabbit’, joe.
(We haven’t won the Euromillions, apparently.) Meh.
Soo zzzzzzzzzzzzz


#5116

Home safe.

Long day.

Edake started just as I turned off the car at the end of the trip.

Flump.


#5117

Pore Sparrer. Tuck it under yer wing for the night


#5118

Medicinal Beer

Medicinal Food

Medicinal Gin

BTW, the Sossinges were not nearly as exciting when cooked

Sigh

Carinthia.xx


#5119

I have Scrubbed The Kitchen Floor. Flump & Whimper. They are probably a gents’ outfitters of the Old Skool, btw

Bah! to sausages that disappoint. And hurrah for cakes that don’t.


#5120

9am - first whiskey…








…on the cake, I hasten to add


#5121

Don’t be coy, joe. You’re among friends, after all.
Yardaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarm!
I hope That Bird’s edake has gorn away.
Soo xx


#5122

Yeah, once I got into me nest pretty much. Ta. Lots & lots of loverly sleep.