Happy Shopping Soo
Carinthia.xx
Happy Shopping Soo
Carinthia.xx
[yawnity] tseep
Very pleasant hotel in Lund, but far too hot; as in England they don’t tend to build with thoughts of cooling.
with plenty of ice.
Bacon butties with ice cold beer dear wee sparrer
'sorl right forra fish slumbering in its reed bed…
That’s favouritism, Twellsy
Orff to get my hair cut
Carinthia.xx
Twirl Twirl
And Flump
Carinthia.xx
Lovely dear
Would you like some of this fresh loaf I baked in the air fryer while thee loaf is warm?
Butter at your own will
That sounds wonderful, Twellsy
Carinthia.xx
Chucks a hot fresh loaf anna pound of butter to the chatelaine
No favourites in my kitchen
Snyff
Hi, Folks
<parrot>afternoon, everybody</parrot>
There is a play on BBC Radio 4 on Friday afternoon that we want to listen to:
"Operation Crucible
"By Kieran Knowles. As the city of Sheffield suffers sustained bombing by the Luftwaffe on 12 December 1940, four steelworkers seek refuge in the Marples Hotel. With Salvatore D’Aquilla, Matthew Wilson, Joseph Ayre. Director: Toby Swift
We were thinking of listening to it near the actual site (not the original building, for reasons that will become obvious by the end of the play - the modern building was a pub until a few years ago, it’s now a down-market pawnbrokers), but
a) There’s now nowhere convenient to sit, as the middle of Fitzalan Square is fenced off while it’s all being “improved”,
b) The Met Office is now quoting a better-than-evens chance of rain at that time on Friday.
We are currently sat in the middle of what will become, towards evening, the middle of a cycling Grand Prix. They do this every year, always on a Wednesday (when the library has its late-opening day) and the theatres are open. Getting out will entail crossing the racetrack.
<parrot>is that a problem?</parrot>
It can be for those of us without wings, Beaky.
Hmm
Beam me up Beaky ?
I heard the play on R4 this afternoon, about choosing a Noo Pope . When a priest said that a problem was too difficult for him to deal with & said ‘send for a Jesuit’ I laughed out loud
May I offer you some refreshment ? It must be hot in Sheffield this afternoon
Bluddy Sultry in WTT
Carinthia.xx
Thanks, Carinthia. It is indeed a bit on the warm side.
A little earlier we tried, as much out of curiousity as much as anything else, a chilled can of Dandelion & Burdock. Haven’t seen such a thing since I-don’t-know-when, and it was the first time I’d tasted the stuff since - ooh, guessing here - about 1972. Not normally a big fan of fizzy pop, but this went down quite nicely.
We, too, were listening to the R4 play earlier this afternoon. Almost succumbed to a fit off the giggles when the cardinals were addressing each other by their titles, and I was half-expecting to hear “Cardinal Biggles”, as per Monty Python and the Spanish Inquisition.
On the way into town we went past an electrical supplies shop on the Wicker (it is a famous thoroughfare in Sheffield, m’lud). In addition to its usual window lettering announcing “cooker elements”, “cables”, etc., it now proclaims, in obviously new and brightly coloured block capitals, “FANS! FANS! FANS!”
Gawds!
Many moons ago, (when I was young & charming, etc) I needed an Emergency Prescription at the weekend . Mr C & The Lad had to drive to The Wicker for it, as that was then the nearest Chemist/Pharmacy on the Sunday-opening rota…
These days, the Pharmacies are fighting each other to deliver stuff to one’s door
Mr C took up with Dandelion & Burdock again in 2007, when he became ill. he had a brief flirtation with Cream Soda , but that wasn’t as good as he remembered
Carinthia.xx
The we-(almost)-never-close pharmacy is still there on the Wicker. The shop that is still called Wicker Herbal Stores is nowadays on Surrey St*. The shop on the Wicker that used to specialise in baskets, etc., vanished years ago - so you can no longer buy wickerwork on the Wicker.
*
Many years ago I spent three weeks working in Belfast, where we noticed that there was an establishment** called “The Drury Lane Bar” on, where else, Amelia St.
** There was another establishment that I remember well - an Irish-owned and operated French restaurant that went by the name of “Froggarty’s”
At tonight’s hotel after a pause for crab-appling in Denmark and a slow bit round Bremen for no obvious reason (the navi invented an alternative route). Soon: Schweinfleisch!
There’ll be Summat Good to be made from them thar crab apples, no doubt …
I have heard very little about Vodka from this trip…
Just sayin’
Snork, BG
Carinthia.xx
We has mostly bin drinking Beer. But the vodka reservoirs at home are in good shape.
[Panickity panickity] Are you a betting sort of bird at all?
In serious vodka news, however, the bottle for delivery was delivered and rapturously received.
We are reminded of the old advertising strap-line, “Drink Canada Dry”:
(I seem to recall something of a similar nature happening near WTT, or it might have been nearer to Dronfield, way-way-back in the late 1970s)
Thud
You mean that Gus has been in charge of the Raspberry Vodka whilst you’ve been away?
Declines on Chaise …
Carinthia.xx
For those of you wondering WtF is WTT there is an explanation : It’s Hercule Parrots name for Chesterfield - the town of The Crooked Spire or ‘Wonky Tower Town’…
Time for a Drink, methinks
Carinthia.xx