Never was one more welcome. Up till some ungodly hour making corrections to a score then, when I finally get to bed, the eejit next door decides 8am is a good time to start running heavy machinery.
Yer want the lads round, joe?
āDonāt annoy the dunnockās bruvver,
Or youāll cause sadness to yer muvver.ā
Canāt say the idea isnāt temptingā¦
Morning
Does your bruvver deal with edakes dear wee birdie?
If so send him here
Thetre are bacon butties made with nice smoked bacon and my home made loaf in itā¦
Yeah, but not in a way youād like.
[peckity] [peckity] [peckity]
Ooh, the steaming great git. Pore joe.
Also pore Twellsy.
We had early scaffies this morning. Like little mice, they were - if the mice in question were equipped with RNEPsā¦
You sure they werenāt working with the latest iteration of Project Plowshare? I put very little past scaffolders.
Iād forgotten Plowshareā¦
āScaffiesā is binmen in Gus, and also in Scots. Noisy barstewards, but you couldnāt call them tardy, not today.
I too put v little past scaffolders, but sort of in a good wayā¦
Ah, fair enough. Our dustmen tend to be quiet-ish, though it certainly helps that we sleep at the back of the house.
One night shortly after Iād moved in here I was woken by a repeated grind-crunch, grind-crunch. It turned out to be fairies up on the hill with floating red and white lightsā¦ or the remaking of the track on the railway embankment.
Ah, fairies who wear high-vis vests and steel-capped boots. I hope you leave out saucers of beer for themā¦ Bad Things might happen else.
Yer donāt disrespect fairies round 'ere. They get whimsical.
And the less said about that, the better.
Back to the file-faceā¦
Dear wee birdie I am at the stage of seeking euthanasia for meself
Can yer bruvver help me?
Or do I go to Switzerland?
Just spread cake crumbs over yerself (sossinge fat will also work) and go outsideā¦
[pourity] [pourity] [pourity]
That wasnāt a āLikeā like, like, Twells, more an expression of impotent sympathy
Urgh. There is a big chest of drawers in the bathroom, into which all kinds of stuff has been stuffed over the years: cosmetics, ungulates, random pharmaceuticals, trinkets, gadgets and - for reasons that are now hard to fathom - such items as a ālots of tools in oneā set of pliers with picks and blades in the handles, a set of measuring spoons, a small corkscrew, a Mod rubber duck and a wind-up torch. I am supposedly Sorting It Out this afternoon. It is not going well, or rapidly. And all these pots and bottles and tubes with long-dead substances in them - they are recyclable, but I suppose I should remove the gloop first. How, and what to do with it?
I do realise this is a) pathetic; b) ridiculous; and c) flailing around madly for an excuse not to get on with it, but just - urgh.
My sympathy on the chest of drawers
Any flavour of cake dunnock?
Landfill, and let God sort them out. Give them all to one of the nice men there and ask him where they ought to be put. The alternative attempt to empty them all into a black sack for the landfill and then recycle the tubs and tubes is too dreadful to contemplate. Though ones which are definitely pharmaceutical drugs should really be taken to a pharmacy in a large plastic bag so they can dispose of them safely (and when you hand them over you can claim you have been clearing out someone elseās house when s/he went into care, or somethingā¦)
What on earth, and what size, is a Mod rubber duck? I have a daughter who collects the small sort of rubber ducks, the ones three or so inches long, but I have never met a Mod one.
It is one of these, dere Fish:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Present-Time-Bud-Duck-Medium/dp/B000OC3C5Y
It was a Christmas stocking present for Himself, a long time ago.
I have in fact started emptying all the tubs and tubes of cosmetic or ungulant gloop into a plastic sack. When it changes colour or starts emitting coloured smoke, I shall let you knowā¦ Not so bothered about the pharmaceuticals - mostly OTC (although there are one or two, shall we say, ācuriositiesā) and probably still fit for consumption and purpose. In Further News, a fistful of euros and a pack of four cabinet scrapers (why? when? who?) have been added to the āRandomā haul
And I have enough pristine cosmetics brushes to open a small shop. This mystifies me slightly as I have always been of the āgarm it on any-old-how and hope for the bestā school of thought when it comes to slap
What you have there is the āAnything Butā drawer, writ large.
I see that it is an M.O.D. duck really. Does it still float?