When given the chance, she will always agree with her children and do her husband down.
At least though, as with bullying, obsessed Tom, itâs the person we always used to know.
Poor bloody Tony. Such charming children, as well as such a supportive wife.
Helen was on the scent of a pound (well, a million of them, to be fair) like a Border Terrorist on a rat.
Sixty-odd people on her doorstep may end up being quite a shock to her system, especially if (not being privy to her backstory, nor indeed caring about it) they trample all over her fragile feelings and tell her a few home truths when she tries to patronise them.
No mention of paying her Court costsâŚ
The greed, & arrogance is breathtaking
Carinthia.xx
She and Tom have that scheme for turning the pack-house (used for packing the veg boxes, last I heard) into some sort of trendy School of Cheese, or some such. Possibly with pickling instructions.
I feel I could draft some.
I expect you could! My expertise in that area starts and ends with âadd vinegar and leave for some time to consider its sinsâ.
(Actually I make what I have been told is a very fine chilli sauce that was meant to be chilli chutney, and is completely wasted on me because I canât eat the things.)
Ah, well that is almost there: you omitted to mention the all-important âremove bands of skin with a peeler or sharp knife to give a striped effectâ that should precede it, though.
Pickling Spice ?
Carinthia.xx
Iâm a veggie, dere and wasnât planning on eating them. Itâs the process, not the product, that is the point here