I’d rather you were with me, Gus.
The Lebanese food wasn’t that good and the restaurant was cold. I, being (now) a feeble bee, got ‘chilled to the marrow’ and have, only now, warmed through.
I’m asking.
Soo xx
I’d rather you were with me, Gus.
The Lebanese food wasn’t that good and the restaurant was cold. I, being (now) a feeble bee, got ‘chilled to the marrow’ and have, only now, warmed through.
I’m asking.
Soo xx
One can Go Off A Bee, you know.
Knife pingage, since you ask. While watching MastersoddingChef.
Sob. No, not a typo. Sob.
Don’t sob and try not to go off yer bee.
Soo xx
I shall try not to, to the top of my bent
KerTWANGGG!
Oh, now my bent’s gone and bushted as well…
Just as well I loves you, innit.
Gxxx
We could rustle up a few, if it would help? A few dozen, in fact…
Bless you, dear heart, but not practical. Regards to the troops, though.
Gx
Oh - does that mean I have to put the trebuchet away again?
Fraid so. Oil all moving parts and protect appropriately.
Filth is in the mind of the beholder. (I beheld my post)
Prolly just so, Gus. Fuzzy hugs and joe’s eggs to keep you warm. And the best wishes of the glittering and milk and flour besmirched lot ovvus.
Give yer bee’s best wishes to That Cat.
Soo xx
Is that three things gone Wrong now, Gus? In which case it’s Time forra Change.
There wuz some not entirely terrible IPA.
Orf to me nest away from nest.
Best of nesting, away from your proppa home, Hedgers.
I’ll bee off, azz I am quite tired.
Best dreams, Cellarites,
Soo xx
I am busy reading the last of the four books I need to have read for tomorrow, when I shall be out all day.
Five chapters to go; and they tend to be short chapters.
I have, today, been given ‘A Winter Book’, by Tove Jansson. Can’t wait! But I must.
Soo zzzzzzzzzzzz
Oh, that’s lovely!
Tove Jansson was a genius…
I have finished the Book of Doom, and am now definitely asleep really.
And in five sleeps’ time I shall take delivery of the DDD!
Fab!
I must sleep. Somehow.
Soo xx
Ah.
The best sort.
Not having read the books doesn’t stop some people from going on about them, of course.
Continual wuthering round the eaves all night; what a fuss.
Also the lamp post outside visibly bouncing. Fortunately it didn’t throw much light up to where I was anyway.
Yup, it’s Harrogate all right.
Duttons for Buttons is paradise on earth, Dunnock
Carinthia.xx
I have only visited this paradise on-line, after your recommendation, Carinthia, but it really is a kind of heaven for button freaks like me.
My first, and only, stay in Harrogate was in the ‘80s. I remember Bettys Tea Rooms, where I had fruit cake with cheese for the first time. It felt very sophisticated and was the highlight of what was a Very Dull theatre nurses’ conference.
Soo xx