Back from That London as I didn’t fancy queueing for an hour to get into the British Museum, much as I love the place. Museum of London was quite fun though.
Ooof
pie in oven
Yon Bull looked at the amount of filling and hoped for a second pie
Ahem the filling filled the pastry case to perfection
I now have a quantity of pastry in the freezer
Pie will be jellied as it cools
I will not be sticking my finger in to let juices run out as I did once before
Good to see that you aren’t always an Dozy Bugga, Twellsy
Sorry that you are poorly, Soo
Proffers Noo Bottle of Gin from The Cupboard
Carinthia.xx
Thank you, Carinthia.
Soo xx
No pressure. Really. Just hope that if you make it, you like it. I am not the Cake Police - though that must be the helluva fun job: where do I apply? And I am very sorry you are enlurged. I used to find when I finished work and went to my parents for Christmas, I usually immediately went down with something snot-rich and antisocial, and thus felt guilty as well as wretched.
My personal best, though, was taking leave to care for my mother post surgery and falling down with proper 'flu on day three. Mercifully, she didn’t catch it from me. ‘As much use as a chocolate teapot’ springs to mind.
Well TODAY was unusual.
Mrs. Shanks surprised us a by declaring that she wished to throw both her mother & father away. At the same time.
Their ashes that is.
In Bodnant Gardens, in the Conway Valley. A lovely NT venue, which I recommend thoroughly. The seemed very obliging … their only requests being “not in the formal areas” and “please be discrete and aware of other visitors”.
So the dead was done. No-one got any bits in their eyes, or on their coats. Which was good.
‘Dead were gone’, surely (a pedant writes).
I am very pleased for the Surprising Mrs A. that the NT people were accommodating and I wish her many happy returns to the place over the coming years to enjoy good memories
Gxx
I am very glad for the Surprising Mrs A that the Ashly Problem is now sorted. I say Problem, because outstanding ashes can be such and deciding what to do with them can be fraught with indecision, in one’s experience.
Soo xx
Sounds as if a reasonable day has been had, one thing with another, a-part from assorted lurgification. Good news about the ashes – the important thing is not to choose a windy day and have decided to hold a wake and invite thirty people so that you can’t change it.
The clementine cake, if treated as a pudding and eaten with cream, is a Success, and the stew which has been quietly getting on with it all day is a Success, and I am feeling glad to have seen my Sudden Daughter and confirmed to myself that she really is all right…
That’s a bit lovely, Fishers.
Soo xx
Right, that’s me moribund.
I have formally cancelled New Year’s Eve - a shame, as someone else would be organising the festivities.
Good nights, Cellarites.
Soo xx
Poor wee Bee, Soo. What a pity. Let someone else organise everything for the running of the day, too. Take to your cell and demand lempsip, hot toddies, dancing boys, whatever it takes. Keep all six feet up and the antennae vaselined and feel better soon - I am assuming it is something along Vicious Cold lines that ails you; if it is not, then some, but not all, of the above advice, will be redundant.
Gxx
Just tae care in general, and sleep well, Soo.
I think i shall go to bed too; I am a bit tired.
Fiendish Ginger Drink for anyone who feels the need.
I izza Weary Sparrer, and I have more programming to do tomorrow.
It’s just a Vicious Cold, Gus. I keep trying to keep all six of me feet up, but I become restive - King Bee does his best.
I am looking forward to the morn, I hope.
Soo xxxx
This calls for a Second Bottle of Gin, I feel
Gentle, long-distance Hugs, soo
Carinthia.xx
Hugs from me too Soo
I offer my honey orange and lemon drink
It’s the juice of six lemons and four oranges with a brace of both fruit sliced and put in a large jug with about a half pound of honey
Top the jug up with hot water and stir to dissolve the honey
Drink
Hot or cold
It’s just a soothing drink
Heaves at all that honey
Heaves at any honey really
Carinthia.xx
"oh happy the lily when kissed by the bee, and sipping tranquilly, quite happy is he"
But it’s fine, wee buzzy comrade, you can fold up the proboscis, wipe down those mandibles and buzz merrily and safely home. The dere Chatelaine does not need your efforts (and honey always tastes slightly of bleach to me, so) so tonight is the time to grab a well-earned beely rest and ponder on the ingratitude of habitat-wrecking humans.
Buzzly to sleep, buzzly to sleep…
<, ow. got stinged, and rightly. bees are CROSS >
‘Our’ Bee is lovely, Gus
I can vouch for her …
Have ‘Housewife 49’ on the telly as I flit about making Lasagne & generally Pottering
I do think thatit is one of the best things Victoria Woods did
Have seen it 5 times now
Carinthia.xx