Do I smell gin?
[pourity][pourity]
Today is for post-barbecue clearing up.
I need gin as I am rallying
With three blooming rule books to comply with
And at least four championships
My head hurts
Medicinal gin, eh? That’s a new one on me.
We have bread freshly out of the oven, probably with the usual complement of crusts…
(avoids Gusly elbows and Fishly hooves)
Join means this bottle of Gunpowder gin under thee table wee birdie
Fishy has hooves!!!
Who’da thunkit?
Anyhoo
I have first dibs on Hot Buttered Crusts
It’s the law…
\_______/<---- Me Plate
I will have to decline on me Chaise forra while - have been & fitted a Wedding Dress wot I washed last night , & am suddenly weary
Carinthia.xx
Champagne? I think there’s some left, or we could open another bottle.
Oh yes please , Dunnock
I’m quite sure that another bottle will be required…
Carinthia.xx
[happy pourity]
Bottles from Saturday is washed & in the bin.
Now to think about the next one…
yardarm
Bottle?
Bin.
I have to go shopping; someone broke a plate, and the usual teaspoon attrition has taken place so that we only have seven, which is fine for two but not adequate for ten when we have a Gathering. This means a razzia to John Lewis, the closest place for those plates and spoons; and while there I can also get curtain cord to use as dressing-gown cord.
There is a pattern to everything.
In the Olden Days, when Fred was in charge at Fred’s Haberdashery, they used to sell dressing gown cords - those wretched silky slippery ones, which didn’t keep body or soul or dressing gown together
They did quite a good sideline in tying them up to make cheap curtain tie- backs too
Carinthia.xx
“A plundering and destructive incursion; a foray; a raid.”
Meanwhile I am clearing up the bar.
[gluggity]
Buzzing in to help, as the kindly bee wot I izz.
That Poodle has left with two of her fans. We are strangely bereft.
Father’s Day was fine. We had lunch out with the Family. My choice of main course was not nice, really. It was a kale salad, with garlic prawns, crushed peanuts, red onion and sugar snap peas, served with a yoghurt and mint dressing. My teeny bee brain had imagined roasted kale and more than 3 prawns. Oops. Now I remember why I used to think of kale as cattle feed. We intend much better stuff for Carinthia, when she visits next weekend.
Hugs for Gus.
Soo xx
The excitement never ends… I’m sorting out the light bulb stores.
Light bulbs sorted, & about half of them packed up for Freecycle. And everything left fits in the cupboard, in two boxes (“bayonet and bipin” and “screw”).
I likes LEDs I does.
And a new bunch of 3d printing is on (emergency extry-cheap nozzle is doing very nicely so far).
Excitement here is my new toy
An air fryer
So we are having chips as a rare treat with my new way of cooking
Daft old bat here