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Dea....if you add "but I like you!" to your statement, it will remind you of Dick Emery. (An old comedian before you ask, Gins)


Fans.....are you keeping some hot portions ready for visitors who, as we speak, are packing their bags ready to travel to partake of such fare???

No? I thought not. Skinny mink.

Haven't done any messaging today so had better move pronto. Had a reply this morning from someone who said that my message made no sense to him as it didn't relate to his posting.....doh! :))

Edit.....do we have to curtesy when JC touches base here again??

No Cynths - your memory is playing tricks !! (Must be an age thing)

Dick Emery used to say - OOhh you are AWFUL, but I like you !!

See - I remember it well

Dea Xxx

I do remember Dick Emery...and Kenney Everitt

Very funny, I used to watch Dick with dad....today being the anniversary of his death.......dad that is, not Dick ;)

Yep....I had lunch with him but this time just the two of us

Scoffed the lot.

Deeeliiiiishus
Dogs were lucky to get even a sniff of left overs.

Aaawww Michael*,I would have liked to see you in a skirt doing a wobbly curtsey...

Surely you didn't cook all that just for you Fans???

Dea x

How can you walk from the study upstairs (to collect a lady thing) accross the landing, with it in your hand

.....get to the bathroom and not have it... and JB saw me take it, so I'm not that nuts

It cannot be found anywhere by me or JB?

Oh dear.....we must both be losing it :(

You're not losing it Gins....you've lost it....you just said so!



Dea...you're quite right. Yep. Memory probs def.


Right...just TTF now and I'm done.

I did that one night with my car/house keys.

I opened the door and my neighbour was with me,went in and never saw the keys again.
Had a 2 day wait for new keys for car and had to change the lock on the door.
But I was most upset about the key ring as my eldest had given it to me and it had Toady on it with underneath "Toad Rage".

Dea.
It was for 2 of us.
But you can make a roast and pud the right size for 2 tha knows lass.

So...you know like we have St Anthony who finds things. St Christopher who looks after you when you're on a gap year..

Do we have St Bl##dy pain in the butt that nicks things?

I dont live in a huge house....the freezers bigger (almost) than the house....how can you lose somat like that in such a short space

Fans...you never found the keys?

Yeah

Like I have lost Peter - where has he gone


Does anyone know


Renes

I'm partial to a simple forelock tug, myself.

Ginny, if you are going to mock me, at least don't be using my own words. "Snork" indeed.

I shall now try to figure out Michael's "curtesy" ... abysmal spelling, but what was the intended word?

If no bowing, perhaps a little scraping?

I have been introduced to a member of the viscountish line. The clan my gr-grf claimed to come from on the wrong side of someone's blankie. The clan whose surname my gr-grf's sister Ada the Actress had as a middle name, which she and he adopted as their surname. The clan whose unmarried second son, Captain in the Coldstream Guards, died a hero at Alma mere weeks before Ada the Actress was born ...

So far, he seems, um, gobsmacked at the tale of old Ernest, even in my attempt at an abridged version.

Here's my idea. His people had a penchant for marrying cousins. So.

He's just my age. We must marry. That way, if my gr-grf's tale was total bunk, it will have been a prophesy, and the name will be brought legitimately into the family at long last. And if it was truth, we will have carried on the familly tradition of keeping marriage in the family.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthony_of_Padua

Pray to him and he will help you..allegedly

No Gins,never found em,and as I was living in a static caravan at the time that was later scrapped while I watched to search for keys in any little crevice (I wanted that b##y key ring)there was no place for them to hide really.
I even tore the sofa apart when I moved out to see if they were in it.
Gone..,just gone !

What's a marrow? I thought it was some kind of squash. So wasn't that rather a redundant meal?

I chopped this morning. For No.1's corned beef hash lunches, taco filling, some more beef stew, some beef saag ... (Beef was on sale at the close store, had to cancel the trip to BFF's house last weekend for chicken and veg at the far store because her obnoxious daughter was about to give birth.)

I have now concluded that sweet potatoes are made of the as yet unnamed hardest substance on earth. And so I dub it carpathium. Because I get carpal tunnel syndrome from chopping them.

Try St. Jude.... Patron Saint of lost causes!



Ladies curtsey/courtsey Janey. One leg behind t'other and a little dip of the knees.....that's what I did when I met...............you know who!

I will now practise walking backwards when in the presence of greatness.

Mock you JC...as if

Your 'Snork' is very 'expressive' and I likes

Just like your 'sheesh' I is not allowed to use it then, you used my #ook

JC.I do hope you have not put it to your "new"buddy quite so early in the relationship that you think his family are all incestuous nuts !

Marrow is a mature Courgette.

Google....IS A GOOD WAY TO LEARN THINGS Sweetpea..:)

And if you think sweet potatoes are hard you need to try Swede !

Edits
And I like sheesh too, and use it,very expressive of an emotion for the written word I think.

I also like

Smirks.:)

Janey

A marrow is a large zucchini


That blue blood - seems a long way off at moment -

Renes

St Antoine de Padoo!

As spoken by a (now deceased) old colleague of mine, a very large French-Canadian woman married to an Italian.

Actually, it's St Antoine de Padou, and I see it's a little place near Rivière du Loup, which is near Trois-Pistoles, where I spent a summer while I was in university, taking French and hanging out with the locals doing ... stuff ... on the big church lawn in the sunshine, gazing out at the St Lawrence. Ah, the good old days.

Anyhow, patron saint of Italy. I live in what's still called Little Italy, although the Italians have long since moved to the suburbs, except when they all drive back in for a funeral or wedding at St Anthony's and block up the intersections with parking, or hold a weekend of obnoxious loud noise and detoured traffic for a festival that long since ceased to be anything but business ...