Good Evening Dear Kitchen Peeps!
I don't understand what happened, soop. I hope that wasn't my fault. I didn't mean to cause alarm - having once posted and failed (because you all disappeared), I still had no idea as to how you know when it's time to stop posting and leave. Only this evening when people started counting the messages, did I realise where you can see the numbers. You are neither having senior moments or failing in any way, soop. Our jolly removals take some time, doesn't matter if you're late. You're the boss remember, so you may do as you like. x
Thrilled at your December news, SueD - such a long time without seeing your Son. Bet you're beyond excited. Sending hugs to that little babba.
A lie in tomorrow, Susan That's a very much more sensible time, isn't it? Easier to have fun when you're not stressed by the journey or half-asleep ?♀️
Your giddy social life is definitely on the up, Ann. Who'd have thought it one year ago - probably not you, for a start. Think we are ALL very pleased that new leg has worked!!
Thanks, I shall give Hollington Drive a miss then, Grandmajean. I was tempted but there's a lot of other stuff I can catch up on instead.
Take care of that foot, Blossoming if you want to get your party frock on and not walk like Long John Silver on Saturday night. I can't check if I have already commented on your Seasalt velvet purchase, but it sounds really lovely. And little boots too. Bet you're so looking forward to it - so you must be well.
Corner are both your legs now in working order? Do hope so and trust that you've benefitted from the Physio.
I expect you are completely plum tuckered after wrangling the GC's Brook. If they are tucked up in bed now and you are quietly getting your breath back, that's a good feeling. Jacky, that's some workload today - so good of you to support those less able. I think as your Thursday night Fairy Godmother, I shall allow you to escape future shirt ironing at least until after 25 December. DH needs to look out more big, camouflage jumpers ! Actually, it's not such a new idea. Years ago, I worked with a number of very well bred, very well spoken, very scruffy "Sloanes" in central London. They used to arrive in the office each morning in a perfectly normal manner. All was well until they later took off their jackets. The great reveal displayed that shirt collars and cuffs had been ironed, nothing else. They generally looked like unmade beds - most off-putting!
Others had sometimes not been home - ooh the shame! However, the most memorable incident happened when I walked in and I was offered a big hug. Why? Oh, just give me a hug please, I've got a hangover. I eventually relented. What on earth? Who was this suddenly fat person? He was someone who had gone out to dinner and then spent all night with a friend in the Casino. His newly-acquired 'weight' was actually bundles of banknotes which he had won.....stuffed into every pocket and into his belt!! He was on Cloud 9. I'm not a gambler but I was seriously impressed. (He was later encouraged to go home to change/visit the bank!)
Do you see what lovely creatures were hanging about in the lagoon this sunny evening? They never get quite close enough for me to get a really good shot but they're here if anyone needs one.
I'll wish you all a good night, restorative sleep and nice dreams. I'm up first thing for a blood test. Living in France, I could seriously list this as one of my hobbies, I think.
Take care, dear people. All those away from the Kitchen. Thinking of you all/TOYA xx