Hello Lobstars,
I agree about Missedout's wonderful reservoir walk.
Sorry I posted twice yesterday. I was tired after that day back in the world.
Growing tomatoes in the car Doodle. I actually did that once!
DS was a budding film maker and had brought an ancient Rover car home to be used in his film. It was used - it had to be towed- and DS left but the car didn't so I decided to use it as a greenhouse and we had a good crop of tomatoes that year.
I am happy to know that MrM is back with you Mamissimo with or without his hearing aids. Does this mean he missed all the fun of the removal? How does your hallway look now? It must be slightly more spacious - no?
We hired a skip once during major building works and DFiL (the one who moved house every few years) proceeded to chuck things of mine onto it. I had to rescue them . Now I rather wish I had let them go as they were just chairs with 3 legs, or no seat, and various "projects" which are still here somewhere.
I have had 2 replies to my request for helpers. Both quite unsuitable. One is an American body builder, the other a couple from Argentina.
I can see how dating apps work now or rather don't.
If there is no-one to match your criteria you get the next nearest etc. 
I am glad the vaseline has helped your eyes Doodle I heard that it is also the go-to jelly for protecting your skin on long distant swims, so says this inspirational woman who can count swimming from Cornwall to the Scilly Isles as one of her achievements (Beth French)
I was listening to her interview while knitting the back of the man-sized jumper and wonder if I will ever finish it. It could be quicker to swim the channel.
I hope Panache you are coping still. I hope your friends don't stop helping at weekends even if the medical staff don't come out.
I hope all you gangsters have been able to enjoy some nice weather.
Well, that was a farce.........
I'm not a pheasant plucker....



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- I did an extra big shop on Monday for just such an eventuality.
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I do hate that moronic pouting look. In my Yorkshire childhood that was what we called 'looking sackless'. (dim-witted)
