The Gin is already packed , Soo
I have an thumping head, so ovviously need an Drink
Boo. Begone to it. The ache, you understand, not the actual head. Lots of water as well as summat fortifying.
And I hope outBreak that knee support J oojah for her travels.
It can’t be dehydration, Gus
I should float on the water I’ve drunk today…
Medicinal Summat being consumed
Up betimes as we have a long drive today.
Steers broom east to drop a pack of bacon butties in the fish/dunnock vehicle
And a flask of slammers and another of gin
#2 son is in Stockholm as I type.
Have Bird & Fish made unknown arrangements ?
(He was on Countryfile on Sunday, too. From Salisbury. He gets about a bit does the lad).
Any arrangements we may have made are unknown to us.
Got here in plenty of time for the ferry; could have stayed in bed for another hour, in fact, since none of the usual road delays happened. But then, of course, they would have.
Time fer summat to eat & drink then, Dunnock
Am orff to the Post Office, & to pick up my Prescription - ordered it online last night
On the bateau, at long last. Making a whole eight knots out of Stockholm harbour.
That Fish says “Splosh, and likewise glopple.”
And also ‘Hold the dill’?
Bon voyage, mes braves
That tall blonde bloke, mid-20’s, waving … that was him, that was.
Supper has been had. We ate too much. But we had an excuse…
Interesting selection there, Dunnock
Did you have to wait all Bluddy day fer the bateau ?
You had plenty of catching up to do then…
Good evening, Cellarites.
We are happily ensconced here:
and have just returned from Berwick, where rare lamb cutlets were joyously scoffed by yours truly. We have a lovely view across rolling Northumbrian countryside, house martins nesting and feeding babes right outside our window and there are heavy horses mit foal in the field below us. Happy sigh.
That sounds & looks wonderful, Soo
Monkfish tail here
I feel hat we need Slammers…
Just left Mariehamn, where I used the local mobile signal (better than ship’s wifi) to snag today’s TA for That Fish. I must be in love.
The Fish wishes all Cellarites to know that none of the eleven harbour ducklings was run over by the Great Big Ferry. We counted them all out…
We counted them all out…
Awww x2 from 'ere too.
Plus a further awww for the heavy horses + foal.
All awwsome, in fact.
G’night Gus, dere. I hope that you are sufficiently comfortable to sleep well.