Jan16 Nice photo of the Tessa out of King's Lynn. Can you buy fish straight off the dock?
Gramaretto I hope you don't have a Hanna clone or you'll end up with a white ceiling and a painter saying, 'There now, isn't that so much better than the colour you chose?"
And a great desire to strangle the painter.
You and I may be what my son calls 'sociable loners'
Mamissimo you sound to have had an enchanting day. Bubbles are perennially popular and a great celebration, whatever version one chooses.
Oooh Cherry I do hope your team wins. You can celebrate with bubbles beneath your Ivy Arch
ixion is also a fan? Fingers crossed for a good result and no fiery wheels....they seem to be reserved for me just at the moment.
The Exciting Adventures of Gubbins’ Gran
1. Having decanted a packet of sultanas into a plastic box for the pantry. I saw I'd left one on the workbench so picked it up and popped it in my mouth. It was a fly - and not quite dead.
2. When Karen and I parked at the supermarket, we were suddenly surrounded by a violent altercation spilling, with ripe oaths and blows, from the doors.
A screaming female with a vocabulary a sailor would envy was advancing on a couple and hitting them in the face.
Her two children, about 2 and 8 months were sitting, abandoned and bewildered in the trolley as she punched.
Several other men came to placate her - vain hope. Karen and I tried to get round her and....
3. I fell.
As the screeching and swearing went on unabated a few feet away, two kind men rushed to ask if I was all right. I refused help and hauled myself up on the pole I'd struck my face on as I went down and poor Karen, in a state of utter shock, was in need of more assistance than I.
I now have 2 blue-purple painful knees, cut shins and hand. Fortunately, as I carry sanitiser, was able to whip out the magic bottle and cleanse myself of glass and gore.
Doodle In 1997, I stayed in a small cottage in Althorp where ivy had grown through the bedroom window. It had also grown all round the room and across the bed, which was noticeably damp, partly from cat widdle.
The couple had 17 cats, dotted and prowling on every surface and they yowled to come into my room that night.
The living room wall was a solid bank of small cages, each one containing a hamster, ferret, rat or gerbil. The atmosphere was so acrid as to make the eyes water.
I often wondered if the caged were cat food.
As I managed to get supplies after all, I am now off to prepare Butter Chicken, cucumber raita and aloo saag for tomorrow's lunch. Onion bhajis and roti will be made at the last minute.
We'll have to make do with a sugar-free Chocolate Mud mug cake, for dessert, whipped up in the microwave if we decide we have any tummy room left.
Love and good wishes to all