Time forra bee bed then, Gus?
Okay. One last dance:
Best dreams, Cellarites.
Soo xx
Erm
Gin, Soo ?
Carinthia.xx
Good golly gosh
Our wee bee can shake its sting and paint the cellar honey coloured
Atta bee
wheeeeeeee tiddly tseep orf to me nest and up for more boardgames tomorrow
… hey Joe, since I’m over near “Port Lairge” for the day, will I try lobbing an Escape Kit over to you? Or at least a selection of Bottles from the Bar? or a civilian Breakfast?
If you go down to the woods today, you’re in for a big surprise …
…
…
… They’re full of Rally cars!
It may not be necessary - there’s a (remote) chance I could be let out today. Parting company with my little wriggly (and occasionally bity) friends later, so I’ll know after that.
I hope that your wriggly, bity friends have done a Good Job, joe. I’ll be thinking about you.
Soo xx
Fingers crossed
Morning all
Bacon butties ready
The fresh loaves will be done in about ten minutes so do be patient dear chatelaine
[starvin’ hoppity outside the window in the Very Cold Honest, just ignore me fevvery coat ‘n’ flask of summat warmin’
yardarm]
Curious that after 28 days’ incarceration I find my two priorities - when I eventually get out - to be:
- A drinkable cup of tea
- Making a decent loaf of bread
Mind you, when I see the stockpile of beer I bought for Christmas / New Year…
Which is currently guarded by a convalescent Jules, so I’d better not disturb her
Have I not been keeping up?
Soo xx
New development on Friday - she had a badly impacted crop and needed surgery again. She seems to be doing well, but we’ll have to stop her free-ranging, as she has a big problem with grass. Will keep you posted as soon as I get news.
Ooo poor poorly hen
Opens window to a blur of fevvers and tseeping
How can our dunnock tseep and eat all at the same time?
Rushes to rescue the chatelaine’s fresh crusty loaves from a small birdie…
Buggrit. Another 24 hours of maggots for company, so won’t be home until tomorrow. Given how often I’ve heard that, I’m beginning to think I’ll never get out of this place
Marching up and down wiv a placard: Free the Joe One.
Hamper for Joe has a full Ulster fry and a basket of scones in assorted varieties with raspberry jam butter and me made clotted cream
Delivery sparrer won’t need a fry as it is rolling around - a beach ball shape with a beak fevvers and feet with wings wrapped over its tummy and groaning as it has apparently eaten too much
So brekkie will be late Joe as the delivery sparrer is incapable of flight being ballasted by bacon butties
So say we all.
Blimey - Twellsy, send him a decent cuppa, will you?.
Soo xx
Trebuchets a small package with Yorkshire teabags Barry’s teabags and a wee travel kettle to Joe
I hope the hospital has milk and sugar