General Chat

Coooeeee one and all.

I am at paid toil which is not paid toil so to speak :-S Poor FTY was sent home yesterday, after I had a call to pick him up. Now as you know I do not allow illness in this house but he has turned in to rip van winkle with a horrible cold, red eyes and chesty ness. I have supplemented this sleep with regular nudges to drink and administered good old calpol and steam inhalations.

The fruit did manage a little soup earlier and has now gone back to bed. Must be bad as the x box hasn't been mentioned :-S :-S

On the good news front whist I am tending the sick here I rustled up a batch of biscuits. They are robust and absorbent enough to used to plug up the window drafts at Motie towers and would indeed be marvellous to absorb any condensation :-D :-D :-D

Failing that I'm sue the birds will eat them as long as they do not get swept away with the wind which is blowing like billi o outside.

Hope your day is good Susan :-D FTE will be in your area soon. I do hope your Ma and Pa have a good trip.


Teresa

Not Jethro Tull CC :-D, man I used to play Aqualung up so loudly tis a wonder I have any hearing left...... My OH loves car books... He has a stash, and many a car magazine :-(.

I am pleased to hear your machine is at last fixed.. Twas more than 'a minute' you had to wait.... Hopefully Teresa doesn't have such a long wait.

The sun is shining again today afte two days of the wet stuff and high winds... Fruit, pup and I have have our constitutional this morn, was very nice out in the sunshine.

Today is a national Holiday so we have a day off work. I am determined to get out into the garden and try and tidy what used to be a lovely garden... I have neglected things far too long. I shall have to try and get a few new bits growing tout suite, in time for the 'day'.

Petunia, bright yellow will be quite acceptable. It will be early Autumn here, so you will blend in well with the autumnal hues. Just bring a 'cardy' along too, could be a tad chilly... I hope not too chilly as I don't have a cardy to match my posh frock.

~~~~ to Lesley, I do hope all is well with her world :-).

Teresa, FTE must be sailing our way by now?. My Mama and Papa have set sail for the Islands. I keep thinking about them and hoping all is well... I haven't dared check the weather for possible tropical cyclones.. It is coming to the end of the rainy season up in the Pacific.... oh dear :-D.

I had better get a move on and make the most of my day off. I shall not be celebrating the day, per se.....

Toodle pip
Susan

LOL Teresa, my "just a minute's" are the same as your FTY, and can end up being anything up to an hour later ...........

Another thought for the day. This stems from recent publicity regarding Alfred Hitchcock and Tippi Hedren, as seen in a recent TV docudrama, and the newly released movie Hitchcock. In fact it's not so much a thought, as a question.

What is the answer to Hitchcock :-D ;-)

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Well I am sure I did not mean to offend you Petunia dear. Yes that Coney would certainly have kept me warm. It would also have kept me company.
*scratching furiously*.

No its not me taking your blankets? Perhaps Pat rish aaaaah is making a nest in the basement, ready for when the coalman comes again.

Errrr - should I be investing in a pair of Raybans, in readiness for your Sunshine Yellow dress fitting?

Oh that wind has been blowing cold today. Anyway - I am pleased to report that the washing machine engineer has been and gone, and I am up and running again. So far I have done three loads of laundry, and got them on the airer, and very soon the fourth load will be ready to hang. The engineer told me that another one of his customers told him she'd been waiting for a new drum since before Christmas.

Had some disturbing news yesterday ...... when OH came home he said there will be some redundancies at his place of work. I am praying the finger wont be pointed at him. He has faced redundancy four times in his working life already, and he wont get another job at his age, and we need his part time earnings to supplement our pensions. I've told him he will have to start selling our belongings at car boot sales, like other pensioners have to. First in the car boot will be his ruddy Pink Floyd and Jethro Tull records and his boring car books!!! :-D

Good afternoon Dears,

Teresa dear, install a metronome. Then you can set it, and count the seconds down to exactly a minute. The devils box must be constantly monitored. Too much devils boxing is not good for one. I am thinking of RSI for instance.

Cherry dear, you are ungrateful, that was a perfectly good coat. A little lively I grant you, but nevertheless it would have kept you warm.

I see the pile of blankets have down a bit, are you snaffling them in the evening when I am taking my repose?

No, there has not been any sighting of Lesley, perhaps she is enjoying a jolly holiday. I do hope there is nothing amiss.

Now, our MOB is probably very busy. What with dress fittings, jam jar filling, and general excitement. I have had a new decision on my attire for the cyber ceremony, and would like to run it past her. I think as it is Springtime, I should wear sunshine yellow. I just wouldn't want to clash with any of her real guests.

More snow is forecast dears, out come the tennis rackets again!

Shivering in my shoes
Auntie Petunia

Hallo Cherry :-D

Thought number one has a good answer

There is no room for a car :-D

A minute in this house is measured by the following:

Instruction to FTY
"It's time to come off the x box"

Answer
"Ok just be a minute"


This can be anything from two minutes onwards ;-)


Teresa.

a couple of thoughts to ponder :

why do people leave their expensive motors parked on their driveway, and keep all their rubbish in the garage?

how long a minute is, depends upon which side of the bathroom door you're standing.

Two thread titles on the board at the moment made me smile - both by the same poster.

first Thread title :
I am listening to .....

and underneath, second thread title :

a flock of seagulls

Put that together and we have - "I am listening to a flock of seagulls". How noisy and just imagine all the droppings !! LOL

Hi Teresa, I'm a bit concerned about Lesley's silence as well.

As for the washing machine, its not fixed yet. the engineer is coming tomorrow - assuming he really does turn up.

Ah ladies please put another chair leg on the fire and get a nice cuppa Rosie lee on.

What a week I have just had. I'm glad it's Monday at last.

The gremlins have been residing with me whilst OH was working away.
In no particular order these things have happened.
The car headlights failed whist I was on the way to paid toil in the dark :-|
The central heating gave up the ghost and FYY and I were without for two days :-|
I burned my arm on the oven :-| :-| :-| it hurts :-|
The washing machine come to its final standstill :-| :-| :-| :-|
The lights fused downstairs :-|
The TV channels on the devils digital networked stopped working for three evenings in a row :-|
FTY announced he had exams all this week, he had not told me nor revised at home
:-| :-| :-| :-| :-| :-|
I have now been bitten on the neck by a mossie :-S

Glad you are now up and running with the washer Cherry :-D also thank goodness Auntie you have got rid of that woman from the organ :-D

I do hope all is well with Lesley. I have not seen her for a while. Also hallllo to Susan busy being a MOB :-D


Awaiting my steaming cup of char

Teresa

CONEY ??????????????????? ooooh it looked better on the rabbit.
*drops fake furs on the fire .......*

Yes I have heard Beatrice singing. She has a rather pronounced Adams Apple, dont you think? And her menopausal facial hair gives me cause for concern.

The rubbish left by the Ponsonby's bins will be gone by tomorrow morning, which is quite good considering the binmen wont be round until Friday. It's the times we live in ....... some people make a living out of raiding dustbins and carting off other peoples' junk, no doubt to sell at Flea Markets which is where I think that coney originally came from.
*scratching furiously*

I bought four of the Jennifer Lee books, written as Jennifer Worth, three of which detail her nursing experiences. The fourth book is rather "reflective", and thought provoking, about life and death.

I'm noticing with this second series that the script writers have started bowdlerising, creating stories which dont totally match Jenny Lee's narrative. But there was a Mave and Meg, and the twin daughters grew up just like their mother(s), running a market stall in their adult years, just as close to each other, and just as hostile to everyone around them ... so it says in the book.

The BBC scriptwriters did that with Lark Rise to Candleford, in the first series putting in dialogue where Flora Jane's book was pure narrative. And the second series of Lark Rise was a pure silly creation that didnt match Flora Jane's books at all, I noticed Brendan Coyle disappeared from the second series, he probably didnt want to be connected with anything so naff. After about episode 4 I couldnt watch any more of it.

It's bright outside, but seems rather chilly with it. My kettle is calling me .... a cup of tea must be due

have a nice Monday, folks !

There you go Cherry, make yourself cosy in the Coney fur hat and coat. I know it is not acceptable these days, but nevertheless, they do keep one warm.

Don't sit too near the fire in it, it may start to move by itself. No, of course it is not infested, just a little cold by sitting in the fur fridge for too long.

Well dear, church was wonderful this morning. I had done the flowers yesterday, and I must be honest and say they were a picture. Even the newer ladies in the WI commented that they did not think I had it in me to arrange them so well. I shall take that as a back-handed compliment!

Beatrice played the organ, and sang along too. She has a magnificent contralto voice, and it played around the rafters, and then down to us. Even the vicar stopped singing to listen to her........................who would have thought.................she is such a tiny woman.

Lunch with Georgianna and Mr Georgianna, Octavia, and Beatrice. How civilised it was to sit at an oak table, with freshely laundered white linen. Pretty china and silver cutlery. Old ideals, but always acceptable.

I see the Ponsonby's have left proper now. The curtains have been taken down, and a load of rubbish has been left by the bins. I don't think they were ever PLU, just social climbers. One has certain standards to keep, doncha know?

Have a good evening ladies, Midwife is on tonight. I must arrange myself on the chaise longue before that, and seek out a box of choccies to help me enjoy the story.

Keep warm dears.
Auntie Petunia

I can take a hint Petunia dear, and shall move back from the fire. of course this means I will freeze, because more than two feet away from the fire this room becomes a veritable refrigerator.

Might I borrow your sable coat and fox fur hat and stole dear? I have become one of the cold needy people, all of a sudden.

Alternatively - you could wear your fur coat and hat, and I could stay sitting by the fire. :-D

I didnt know Captain Morgan drank. Is he any relation to Jack Daniels?

Aaaaaah that is better,#surveys the empty box room# I had forgotton how big this room actually is!

I have stacked the blankets in the middle of the room, should I need to walk around them. Do you know dears, I did not know that there were so many cold needy people. I have had numerous enquiries as to when they can come and collect these much needed commodities.

Have you heard the information on the wireless dears? The one where they tell old folk to heat at least one room, and eat and drink warmly. Talk about teaching your grandmama to suck eggs. I know of many people who would love to heat one room, but are sitting in their hats and coats, frightened to move, for fear of losing heat. If I had more power gels, I would give all OAPs free heat and light. Alas, I am a pensioner myself, and I cannot get near my own fire, because Cherry is hogging it.

I have had a lazy day dears, because I am only looking through one eye. The other is in a sling. Moorfields on Monday for me, I fear.

I think I am turning into Captain Morgan.................and I do not mean the drink.

Auntie Petunia

*dabs at Petunia's eye with a dampened lace edge handkerchief*

is that better dear? Perhaps you should stop watching Corrie .....? then your eyes wouldnt water so much.

When I was knee high to a grasshopper, and God was a lad, before sliced bread, my parents had a coal fire. I still remember, all these years later, how I was sitting in front of the fire one evening and a bit of nutty slack spat out and hit me on my bottom lip. How it STUNG!! and a lump developed. And I still have a lump there, to this very day.

Well if Pat rish aaaah was not chained up while the coalman was here, I suppose that is our last sack of coal, ever. Dont say I didnt warn you ....

You will be pleased to know that I have shifted all my boxes, and placed them in the shed. And tomorrow I am going to hire a pantechnicon for next week, to deliver all my boxes to be stored in a very safe place, so they will no longer be under your daintily shod feet.

Cherry dear, I will NOT touch anything of yours dear, but if you could manage to move them a little to the left, thats lovely!!

As you can imagine, as much as I agree with helping cold people, and collecting balls of wool, I dont actually want them in the lounge, bedroom, or anywhere else for that matter. The box room will suffice dear.

I see that Pat-trish-aaaah has indeed been helping the coalman. She has a sooty patch down the back of her cardigan. I know she is a strapping gel, but does she have to hump coal, and sling the sack on her back? That sooty smudge under her nose does her no favours either. It gives her an altogether masculine look. Not that she has to travel far in that direction.

But yes, I quite agree, tis cosy to be sitting next to the fire. Those flames dancing merrily. I can see nymphs dancing in diaphanous gowns. Prettily skipping around...............ouch, why does it always spit when a bit of nutty slack gets warm?

Pass the jug of water dear, that bit caught me in the eye!

Doing a passable Nelson impression................

Auntie Petunia

be careful with that box dear, its clearly marked Fragile. No I dont want that box piled up on top of ..... no its not to be placed beneath that big box either. Mind out please dear, the cardboard looks like its about to split.

Let me fetch Pat rish aaaaah, you really should sit down dear and have a nice cup of camomile tea.

There is a lovely trunk in the attic over the West Wing where all these knitted blankets could be stored. You really should make more use of the attic space, you could rent it out ;-) All those unfortunate people squeezed out by the stupid bedroom tax could squeeze in.

Ahhhh I see the coalman made a delivery today. Lovely little black gold nuggets, making a wonderful blaze. Stare long enough into the flames and we start to see pictures in the fire .......

Where is Pat rish aaaaah? Aaaahhhh - did anyone remember to unchain her after the coalman left here ????

Cherry dear, you may be bewildered, but I was overtired!!!!!! I misread your last paragraph, and read something completely different. Nothing wrong with knitting at all, as I am about to show the ladies when they turn up with their needles and wool. Moss stitch is my favourite, it looks so pretty! Give me a bit more notice when you open the cyber hatch dear, I had to move pretty sharpish when they all tumbled through.

I have seen the moving van today, the Ponsonbys are definitely on their way back to whence they came. The Back of Beyond.

Beatrice was accompanying us on the organ while we click clacked away. We are making 6 inch woollen squares, we are knitting, while a dear lady who has just joined us called Daisy, is sewing them together.

Daisy has just come to live with her daughter, after her daughter's husband did a bunk. So Daisy will be become a permanent fixture in the WI, I do believe, she is very affable, and hangs on to my every word. I have taken to her immensely.

I may need to move some of your boxes over a bit Cherry dear, these woolen blankets need to be stores somewhere, and the box room seems to be an ideal location. I shall let you do the removals dear, I would not want to break any of your treasures, it would cost me too much to replace them.

Getting colder tonight dears, chuck another log on the fire dears.

Toodle
Auntie Petunia

well Petunia dear - what is wrong with my Oldest Offspring taking up knitting? All I said was, I could have shown her how to cast on and do basic stitches, without going to the expense of buying the book An Idiots Guide to Knitting.

*bewildered* .......
:-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

Cherry dear, read your last sentence again...................are you sure that is what you meant?

My lips are sealed!!!

Titters.

AP

*opens cyber hatch*
lots of woolly balls coming your way Petunia dear. Dont stand beneath, or you will get hit on the head.

My O.O. has taken up knitting apparently. She bought An Idiots Guide to knitting. I told her - I could have shown her how to cast on and do all the basic stitches for free.