From a point of rather less recent soda bread experience, seconding joe on the ‘by hand’ approach.
This could become epidemic. Think I shall have to make some. Ah, but wheaten or fruited, eh? I can put it off for a few days dithering over that, if I play me cards right.
Which reminds me hat I’ve not made any myself for a while. Must rectify that tomorrow.
Sner. What was described as “5cm of it”.
Sending anyone over 25 to rush to tape measures & rulers & conversion charts to find a meaningful description before saying “aaah, 2 inches”.
There was a little bit of sner last night, but all that’s left is frost on the solar panels.
yardarm
The joke was that everyone went panic-buying, and I (looking for potatoes, which I had foolishly forgotten earlier) was faced with empty shelves in Lidl.
Bacon butties ready
Baltic here with ner sner but stepmother’s breath type of NNW lazy breezes
Hardly, dere. And I promise you, I am ‘over 25’ and have been for over 25 years.
Ner snerr here. Brilliant sunshine. Too damned briliant, Carruthers: I don’t like it
Being horribly befogged and befuddled and ‘hung over’ from something to make me sleep has something to do with that.
Tippett isn’t helping, either. Quite the reverse.
Oh, and there’s this ubiquitous and profoundly irritating Sounds trailer which begins “Hello! I’m Clemmy”. Has the woman never heard of talcum powder?
Grrr. I have R3 rage.
Presumably Clemency Burton-Hill. Daughter of Humphrey Burton. At least she’s a trained musician (studied violin with Rodney Friend and Yehudi Menuhin, inter alia) so is able to speak knowledgeably. If R3 sounds bad, try RTÉ Lyric—basically Classic FM without the difficult bits.
I have taken to listening to the World Service. On the news, the B word wasn’t mentioned until about the fourth item, then dealt with in about two sentences. Bliss.
When I am stuck on a long car journey with no audio book or travelling companion, I listen to Radio 3 until they do something atonal, then Classic till they have an advertisement. Then I give up and keep driving.
In my case, “in the vain hope” rather than “until” ![]()
Yes, CB-H. She’s largely fine, it’s the particular trailer that is Bluddy Annoying.
It’s for this
“Curate”. It’s up there with “space” (as in ‘room’ artistes of various kinds make a mess in) as pompous word of the decade.
They’re more likely to do the real thing late at night, in my experience. Also “building a library” is generally about something listenable.
What is wrong with saying
“She teaches and guides …”
I think there is legitimate use for the term: curating a collection means deciding what should be in it, and what the purpose of it is, rather than simply scooping up everything that is available.
Back from dentist minus a nerve in preparation for root canal filling
Pore Twellsy.
As long as you can still taste the gin, dere… shall we find out?
[pourity] [pourity] [pourity]
Root canal
2 of the worst words in the English language IMO
You may need Gin
Carinthia.xx