General Chat

Come and sit by me Cherry dear. We are about to eat dinner, and I know you like to relax on a full stomach. I have all your favourites dear, and I think this will be out Last Supper.............

I feel I have been very selfish dear, and kept you away long enough from your loved ones, and the delightful town in which you live. These bright lights and heady company will wear you out dear.

Come and eat dear, and while you are relaxing I shall get Pat-trish-aaaah to pack your things up for you. I have asked George to hire a small van for the morning, and he will take you, your suitcases and boxes full of the things you ordered from Hamazon back to your own dear little home.

Have a good nights sleep dear, and I shall leave early in the morning for Church, and then the WI meeting afterwards.

I hate goodbyes, and a prolonged one will do neither of us any good. I toast your good health and wish you a safe journey..................

Sniffs, and dabs a tear away with the corner of a lace edged hankerchief...............


Auntie Petunia
[sobs gently]

good evening all. I collected MFH this morning, so he could drive me to Harlow and other places. We had errands to run, and shopping to do. I was hoping to force the GOG into purchasing a new cardigan or two, the thick ones that can be worn as jackets. No, he saw nothing he liked. The colours are wrong. The styles are wrong. As we did not spend any money on him, I spent it on me. Whilst in BHS, I found a new bustenhalter in a colour I did not have. I also found a new dress, and two pairs of jimjams - the silky slinky ones, but one of the pairs is toooo good to sleep in, I shall wear it as a "lounging around" outfit when the summer comes back. I also found two CDs, Russell Watson singing Anthems, and Military Wives. This accomplished, I suggested to the GOG we treat ourselves to lunch at a nearby Carvery, since it was lunch time. On the way home, we stopped off at SainsCo for some grocery shopping, then went to visit MIL. And, such was my day ..... sigh ... nothing has been done in the house. Ah well, the sun will still rise tomorrow.

Well Petunia I am quite amazed at your painting. What can I say. I had no idea you were such an accomplished artist. I had no idea that it was de rigeur for toes to have square eyes attached to them. Are you sure that tree trunks should be that colour? The fairies are everywhere, doncha know. Ask Arthur Conan Doyle .......... ;-) BTW, you didnt add a Where's Wally to your picture ...... or a Kilroy Woz Here.

Beatrice would have been searching for rakes in the shrubbery. I often go into my shrubbery with a rake. I think she meant a certain Red Top, when she referred to the sun, and is aiming to get a photograph published on Page Three. It is said that our eyesight can be damaged by staring at the sun, but MFH has stared at Page Three every day for many years and his eyesight is just fine - apart from the artificial lenses because he developed cataracts.

Uh - no - *stamps foot with a firm hand*. I will not swap the lavender for herbs and spices. I am not unstitching all those little bags to throw out perfectly good lavender. However I will work all night to provide you with the herb and spice sachets you have set your heart on. They will be ready in time for breakfast.

No, I dont have any tailoring skills, dear, you misheard me. I did not inherit any of Papa's tailoring skills at all.

Now, you must let me go home so you can come and visit me and chose a Chinese Fan Palm in a pot. Shall we say some time in November?

CC

*thinks* I really cannot understand it. I have spent much time packing up my meagre possessions into my portmanteaux, bandboxes, hatboxes, and cases, and everything is back in the wardrobes again. Petunia is busy turning me into another Pat rish aaaaah, and I want to go home. There is no place like home, there is no place like home. And who pinched my ruby red slippers?

Good Early Evening dears.

What a lovely day it has been. Bright, if a little chilly, but the sun shone bravely through the clouds.

We have been to Kenwood today dears. It truly is Autumn, and the leaves are falling from the trees. Various shades of green, yellow, orange and red. As you know I am an accomplished artist, and I did indeed take my water colours with me.

There now........................what do you think? A good likeness of the Iveagh Bequest? I think so. Since it has had its facelift, it really is like new. I think I saw some of the fairies that Cherry was talking about. I definitely think I felt people or fairies, looking over my shoulder as I was painting. And when I looked around, there was no-one there.

The gels and I decided to get a bit of air, and all went up there in Georges' car. Octavia and Georgianna went for a look around the House, I painted, and Beatrice [who seems to latch herself onto us at every occasion] went snapping with her camera. It really does have so many knobs and dials. I have my own little digitalis, but this has a great lens that she attaches and snaps away. She seems to find most of her subjects in the bushes. I cannot imagine what she finds there, slugs? Anyway, every time she emerged from the bushes, she declared That Will Do For the Sun. Whatever can she mean? We could see the sun, and she was in the shade........................

Now Susan, something I did not ask you about, what with you becoming MOB in the forseeable future. Why would you be getting your jugs out? Will you not be having caterers at the Do? Will they not be supplying the chinaware. If you are doing self catering dear, I can offer you a couple of cow-creamers for the dessert. Perhaps you mean water jugs for those who are tee-total. #delicately scratches head#

Now Cherry dear, I am sorry dear, but I think you have missed the point of the chiffon purses. It now seems I am to take possession of lavender sachets. Empty out the lavender, wash them, or at least get Pat-trish-aaaah to wash them, and then fill them with the herbs and spices!!!!!! As you have tailoring skills dear......................use them!

Lesley, I do hope you have recovered from your attack of the giggles dear, remember at our age dear, the tears run down our legs!

Orft to watch that lovely dancing show that is on soon.

Sings. Waltzing, waltzing High In the Clouds.................

Auntie Petunia

Thank you for the laugh Susan.

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Petunia dear, I will have you know that Papa had a Singer Sewing Machine, treadle operated, so I am not unfamiliar with the machine. However - actually using one successfully is another matter entirely. My two left feet do not comprehend synchronicity. I did not inherit Papa's tailoring skills, so there will be no pedal to the metal on the Singer tonight..

Why make the sachets - they can be bought on H'Amazon, nice little lavender ones, fully fragrant, and Post Free. I have ordered you two large packs. Think of all the time and effort I have saved.

Oddly enough I have just been perusing HeBay, idly looking at brown glass Pyrex casserole dishes of yesteryear, and Carltonware. The Pyrex dishes can be sent from the USA, for a small fortune in postage, and the Carltonware pieces I was interested in are owned by a company in New Zealand ....... but I was able to get two Nick Pope books (hardcover), now out of print, from H'Amazon.

There is a story to tell, as to why I am interested in these items. One gave one's Offspring some things for posterity and she decided she didnt want them so gave them away, instead of giving them back to me. My philosophy is : what is in the family, stays in the family. Alas I shall never see the Carltonware again and it was a family heirloom. To say one is heartbroken, would be an understatement. There were also some old 45s, but one was able to buy these back from the charity shop. However, everything else has long gone, but I feel obliged to replace them where I can; excluding the casserole dishes, and the Carltonware, which shall remain in America and New Zealand, respectively.

I think I too shall be shy and retiring and settle for an early night - as soon as I've tidied the kitchen and warmed some milk. sweet dreams to all,
CC

Oh my aching eyes!!!!!! Your recollections of Foxes was fascinating Cherry, but the print has gone awful small on this site dear, and I was squinting to read the words.

As you know there a family of foxes in the back garden during the Summer. Mama Fox had 4 little cubs, and they used to lay on the top of the shed, warming in the sun. A few of the kitties went walkabout when they were exploring. I tend to think they just kept out of the way.................come September they had all gone. One also needs to make sure the lids are on the dustbins, or else the contents of the black bins are strewn all over the pavements. One does not want the World and his Wife to see that one eats from M & S, F & M, and Harolds!!!!!

Now Cherry dear, have you been making the sachets for the sensory herbs and spices as I asked you dear? I left a yard of Liberty cotton for the purpose, arranged over the top of the Singer. Is it the treadle that is flummoxing you dear? It is quite simple dear, put your feet on the plate and push, then retract, and push, then retract. Imagine you are pulling a tooth dear!

Lesley dear, I suspected it was the Peter Pan Hospital. I visited that hospital myself as a child. I too had a little mark, on my arm. Mama was reassured it would fade as I grew, and it did.

Liberty bodices are a wonder dear. I always wear one from September to the end of March. Not the same one of course. I have three, one to wear, one in the wash and one spare. Mine are the type that is pulled over the head, not the one with rubber buttons. I believe they perish in the wash. I must keep my kiddlies warm dears. It makes sense.

Oooooh dear Upsidedown Susan, how very exciting. You must be getting things organised and ordered by now. How warm will it be when you are MOB? Will you be in a light wool, or chiffon? I hope you will copy our dear Kate and wear nude heels. It elongates the legs, and matches any colour you might like to wear. I should have like to meet your skin and blister dear, did you not suggest that she came aknocking on the door of Motie Towers? She could have had afternoon tea with us. In fine bone china, witha gipsy cream to follow.

By the by, maybe the said puds could be ordered over the tinternet. On the official site of course, not inflated prices on Hebay.

Good night dears, I am having an early night as it has been such a hectic week.

Climbing into bed, puffing my pillows, candle out.

Auntie Petunia

Oh dear, we have woken to a beastly day, a short sharp storm is to pass by today... I do feel for the bride at the venue today...

CC, Large sunflowers in front of faces, what the 'eck will the ladies in question use to cover their, err, lady bits? Larger sunflowers? I must admit, I did enjoy the movie, very funny indeed.

I think there is a local WI group here where I live, though I shant be joining. I have no wish to get me jugs out....

Last night, as my OH arrived home from work, we happened to catch a segment on a travel channel about the New Forest and the Beaulieu River. We visited Beaulieu in May, as OH's grandfather left from there(1897) for NZ with his family, we also drove through some of the forest area.... Lovely to catch the segment. We had a devil of a job finding Ginn's Farm where the family lived. Find it we did, though I think we went down a private driveway :-D.

My youngest sister arrives home today from a three week visit to the UK. As I only received one email in that time, I will presume everything went well. :-)

I had better get me skates on and ready myself for todays outing. Fruit went out last night so I hope she has woken in a perky mood :-S..

Have a pleasant weekend, keep warm and safe.

toodle pip

Susan

Petunia, I quite like the sound of the fancy pudding :-)

hi Lesley, to be honest, foxes have a bad press. I know they can be a pest in the countryside, killing chickens etc, but they have to eat, just like any of us. If it wasnt for the scenting and fouling, I wouldnt chase them out of my garden.

Hoho, liberty bodices. Mama bought me one when they first appeared - and I promptly developed pneumonia. Unfortunately, flaming June, scorching July and steamy August, are the months when I have to cover up, not divest. I dont tan - I burn.

CC

You are correct in your thinking Auntie Petunia tis the London Hospital that receives royalties from Peter Pan :-) it isn't so much the red mark that is a concern but the speed and size of the growth the small strawberry/beauty spot has grown, it has now reached E's bottom eyelid :-(

Removal of ones liberty bodice in January in the UK might not be a very good idea CC ;-) would you reconsider your choice of month you could maybe opt for flaming June :-)
I am a two legged creature that would chase a fox out my garden, not that I have ever seen a fox in my garden but often see where they have left there calling card on my gravel :-|

I hope you have time for some retail therapy Susan and that you find your perfect MOB outfit :-)

~~~~~~~~~~~~Hello Teresa

21st Century Fox
or ... Fox Tails
or ... Mrs Dale's Diatribe

I believe the date was Friday 11th June - but don’t ask me which year because I wasn’t watching the North Star (or the Space Station) that night. We foxes do not set much store by numbers or dates. In our world, the moon rises and sets, and the sun rises and sets. We eat, or we go hungry; and the two legged creatures come and go around us.

On that Friday in June, there I was sitting in a garden enjoying the sunshine, when a Two Legs saw me from behind the glass panel that separates her world from my world. She rapped on the glass and I glanced her way but ignored her. Then she opened a door and stepped out into my world. I was gone in a flash, over a fence, to somewhere more peaceful.

We used to live in the open countryside but the Two Legs encroached into our territory, first with traps and guns, and creatures with two heads and six legs and a tail. One head would shout TALLYHO ! and the other head would reply with a NEIGH. We were chased by hunting dogs, until there was nowhere left to run. Secondly, the Two Legs began to build dwellings all over the countryside, and they called these areas Suburbia.

Some of us packed our bags and moved into Suburbia, denning in parks and untended rear gardens. We learned quickly that food in Suburbia is easier to scavenge for. We foxes dine well in suburbia. There are always small rodents to catch and sometimes a plump pigeon. But best of all is the High Street where the many varieties of Two Legs go to dwellings called The Take Away. The Two Legs drop their Take Away everywhere, and we snack on pizza, or Chinese, or Indian, or Fish n Chips.

We are also very proficient at knocking the lids off dustbins, or ripping open bin bags, for food scraps. That always gets the Two Legs hopping, so we do it even more, although the pickings are not as good as they are along the High Street. Our country cousins are still raiding the chicken coops and pigeon lofts. This gives us Townies a bad name.

The garden I was sunbathing in, on that Friday, is not untended, but I like to visit it anyway. I can move faster than the Two Legs who lives in the dwelling attached to that garden.

The following Sunday, I was minding my own business, perching on a shed roof, when a crow began dive-bombing me. It made several passes over my head (it must have thought it was a silly Fokker). I yapped a warning to the crow, but decided to leap over the fence and into the garden of the Two Legs who had disturbed me on the Friday. Again, she chased me off - but I have my escape routes so I won the race.

On 23rd June, dawn had just broken when I followed my usual garden route. Normally the unwelcoming Two Legs is not around at that time, and I have great fun knocking over her garden gnomes, leaving my huge paw prints all over her precious gravel path that she likes to keep smoothed, and scuffing up the slate chips. It’s good exercise for the Two Legs to smooth my disturbances down. I also rampage through her shrubs, breaking twigs off. We never know when we might need to chew on a twig to sharpen our teeth. I look at it this way - my activities are my exercise. And, cleaning up after me gives the Two Legs plenty of exercise and lots of fresh air.

But I digress …..21st June. Yes, as I padded along I was amazed to be disturbed by the female Two Legs who was sitting on a chair at the open back door, which is normally locked at 4.15 in the morning. She jumped up from the chair and hollered at me, and clapped her hands, and I vaulted over the fence. I should have won a gold medal for that leap. I tried visiting the garden again in the evening but she saw me. I will not be deterred and if Two Legs keeps chasing me off I will leave some unpleasant little parcels for her to clean up on a regular basis, and scent-mark all over the place. That will teach her whose garden it is. I’ve already deposited a few free samples on her gravel path. It was very popular with the flies!!

I hear that some Suburbia foxes have tamed some carefully selected Two Legs and get given three meals a day. I would have said “three square meals” but the dog food is served in round bowls. I am determined to wear my Two Legs out, until she starts feeling sorry for me, and stops chasing me away. As a species, we have survived for a very long time, and we will outlive and outfox the Two Legs.

When we foxes were hunted down, long ago before the Royal Society for the Protection of Animals came into existence, our paws and tails were cut off for souvenirs. Sometimes, our tails were used to trim hats.

I have learned that the Alpha Female of all the Two Legs is called The Queen, and she is mated with a Duck (from Edinburgh), who thinks he is the Two Legs Alpha Male. One day the Queen was going on an Official Visit and asked the Duck what hat she should wear for the occasion. The Duck wanted to know where the Queen was going. “To [insert town of your choice]”, she replied. The Duck said “[town of choice]? Wear the fox hat”.

I hang on your every word Petunia dear. It wasnt my fault you didnt wait for me to return to the WI meeting to tuk-tuk you back home again. Mind you my poor feet and ankles needed a rest from all that pedalling, look at me, feet and legs like elephants trunks. But, it was a very long walk for me as I had not taken my handbag and had no money for the fare back to Motie Towers.

My little Whimsies are not scratchy and have been removed.

I am afraid that I was not impressed by any of those WI ladies. They all seemed rather cliquey, and when you visited the Little Girls Room they were rather ... ahem .... "chatty" about you. Not that I would repeat what was said, I am too much of a lady, which is why I much prefer your delightful bone china tea service to earthenware. Dont worry about the Jammy Bodgers, dear, or Nice Rich Tea bikkies. Try one of these All Butter Shortbreads, they are sooo Melt In The Mouth you will wonder how you ever lived without them.

As for the WI Calendar - I hope Mrs Bateson, Mrs Farquarson, and Mrs Hibbert, all have the sense to put a huge sunflower in front of their faces, one would not wish the camera lens to crack!!

CC

Cherrrrrrrry! Cherrrrrrry! Where are you dear?

Slams door......................................oh there you are dear, I wondered where you had wandered orft to. The tuk-tuk had to be left at Mrs Warburtons overnight. As you know I am a wounded soldier, and cannot steer with my poorly arm!

Oh, she's not listening...........................................ventures into Parlour.

There you are. What exactly are those little scratchy trinklets on my highly polished mahogany table? Are they? I see.........................at least I think I do. Very naice dear, can you please put the chenille tablecloth under them in future. Thank you.

Fear not Teresa, I shall not let you see your Fruit off on your own. I shall come down to the Harbour to see her off. I have booked time with George to take the car down, and the gels and I will wave her off with you. I shall get all the lace-edged hankerchiefs freshly laundered, so that we can wave with exuberance. Of course you will miss her dear, that is only natural. But, she is beginning the new chapter of her life. A new and exciting one at that. Thank goodness for all the technology we have now. A few years back, it would have to be by pidgeon post. Wish her well, kiss her with gusto, smile bravely, and then shed a little tear in private.....................that what Mothers do.

Lesley dear, I did read about the lady who bought up most of the antiques. China, silverware and various bric-a-brac. She got her ladies to gather them up, and off she went. That is style. Pleased to hear your little one is putting on weight, always a good sign. Was the Hospital in London the one that receives royalties from Peter Pan? Noted for its wonderful care worldwide. Little marks easily fade dear, often without too much bother.

Susan dear, how are you dear? I still cannot get over the fact that you live upsidedown and on a different time scale to us. Tuts. One of the puddings have gone missing. Mention no names, just follow the direction of my eyes! These puds come in two sizes. The larger with a whole orange inside, the smaller with a clementine. They were invented a couple of years ago, and sold out in days. Some bright spark bought up loads and put them on E-bay. And needless to say made a pretty penny. W@itrOse seem to have upped their game and have over ordered this year. So no-one will take advantage. However, as they say, the proof of the pudding is in the eating, but I have hidden the other one, and will keep it until Christmas.

So Cherry dear, what did you think of the WI Group. You have met Mrs Warburton before. But did you like Mrs Farquarson? She with the pince-nez and the screeching voice? Or Mrs Stephenson with the frizzy perm? How about Mrs Hibbert with the nervous fingers? When she get into her stride she 'plays' an imaginary piano. Usually Moonlight Sonata. Then of course there is Mrs Bateson, who whistles when she speaks. I believe a little denture fixature would cure that, but one would not be so cruel as to point it out.......................

I think we managed to bash out a few ideas for the Autumn Fayre. A tea and cake stall. A Harvest Festival bring and buy, and a Sensory Test. One puts various herbs and spices into small containers, the punter is blindfolded, and they have to guess what the herbs and spices are by smell alone. Such fun. Someone who manages to get all ten, will get a small token prize. I shall be in charge of that. I remember the last time, when poor old Mrs Harvey was in charge, she has no sense of smell, and managed to put something the cat left behind in one of the boxes..............................oh dear!!!!!

Cherry dear, tell me in confidence, did you think her tea service as nice as mine? Do really think you get a good cup of coffee from earthenware? I think my bone china give the java more space to mature and tickle the tastebuds. And by the way, what exactly are Essential Jammy Bodgers? How much more refined is a Rich Tea or a Nice bikkie?

A little confused [again!]
Auntie Petunia

yes indeed Teresa, the original Flash Harry was played (to perfection) by George Cole. I used to watch Minder. George Cole is still alive, at least he was alive a couple of years ago when he starred in a TV drama set in Hertfordshire near some power stations, I remember reading that while filming he loved to talk to the local people and accepted invitations to visit their homes for a cup of tea. I reckoned he was "casing" them for future character portrayals!

Wade Whimsies are collectors items now and some places charge a small fortune if they know what they are selling. The junk shop didnt seem to know, and I didnt see fit to enlighten them!!!

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Hi Lesley - well, I wish I'd had over £20,000 to spend at Battlebridge. I found some bargains, none the less, even if my total spend was under £20. Never knowingly over-spent, that's me :-D

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Hi Susan, I think I must be Miss January because someone once remarked that I was cold as ice ..... ;-) Its not all jam jars and sponge cakes. Its whipped cream as well ..... and chocolate buttons.

My arm is fine thank you, although the needle stung badly at the time, I havent bruised too much and everything seems OK now. Am glad to get this flu jab each year, because I'm sure it enhances my poor immune system, although I take echinacea and ginger capsules regularly. In years gone by, I spent most winters living on antibiotics, to keep going, because viruses always went to my chest and turned bacterial.

CC

Good upside down morning one and all,

Teresa, I too am partial to Mr Firth.... He has an 'air' about him I do believe.

Oooh, CC, put me down for one WI calendar please :-D. Which month will you be ?
Such a lot of fun to be had it would seem, surely it is not all just jam jars and sponge cakes??

I hope your arms are on the mend ladies?. I have survived our winter with only minor sniffles. I have never had a flu jab, I probably should though. It would seem each year there are new bugs out to get us...

I note we have a frost on the roof of my car this morning... and spring flowers bursting forth in the garden. One of the two is not welcome :-|.

My fruit and I had a successful jaunt to the big smoke for wedding bits and bobs. Did you know, it is possible to outfit bridesmaids without said bridesmaids being present?. Things are falling in to place with ease, no stress yet. I am hoping it will not be found while I am trying to find my MOB outfit :-D. I may need your yantra mat CC, deep breaths and all that ;-).

Teresa, please wish FTE bon voyage from me. I bet she is beside herself with excitement. May she have a long and very successful career and earn many bonus points and family discounts ;-) We too should have warm climes for Christmas, but these days it is all a lottery.... Last year was splendiforous, fingers crossed this year will be the same. I digress, safe travels to FTE.

Petunia, your Christmas pud sounds interesting. Will it stay intact until Christmas? Do you not need to do a taste test - in the name of food safety of course. My lot won't eat fruit pud nor will they eat my Mama's fruit pies :-D..

Tis Friday again, hurrah !!. Only two days at paid toil this week for me, the week has flown by. :-). Orf with fruit tomorrow to check out her venue and maybe partake in a bit of retail therapy ;-) ;-) ;-).

Have a lovely weekend,
Susan

Hello Ladies

Here I am CC ooh I did like to rummage through a good chunk shop :-D CC I meant to tell you last week about a Thai Ambassador and his Wife at the Battlesbridge antique centre apparently they spent over £20.000 :-S

Auntie I am sorry you were feeling under the weather yesterday :-( I hope today your aching bruised arm is much better :-)

Teresa I'm sure Monday will be a happy and a sad day for you, but like you said what a wonderful opportunity for FTE :-) don't forget your laced edged handkerchief if you are going to waving FTE off :-D

My great fruit has put on another 4 ounces :-D bless her yesterday ma and pa took her to London to a very special hospital for very special children so that her strawberry mark could be looked at, cream and lotion were prescribed the cream is to be used for a week after this ma has to take a photograph and e-mail it to the doctor :-S if this has started to reduce the colouring ma is to carry on with the cream if not she must try the lotion, another referral has been made to see the ophthalmologist just to double check her sight isn't being affected :-( :-)

All praise to the NHS only 9 days including the weekend for the appointment to be arranged :-D

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~to Susan :-)

Cherry the original Flash Harry was the dear George Cole was he not? I liked him in Minder :-D

I had little Wade whimsies when I was a youngster. I think they are about somewhere in the house.

I am a little sad about the departure of FTE, she is full of fun and always full of news and information :-D however there is little to keep her here in the way of work and such a wonderful opportunity to work and travel. We will be keeping in touch by. The blog and FTY has the Facebook so he can keep in touch. It's been strange wrapping Christmas presides and getting cards from friends and family to give her. She will be in a very warm place on Christmas day :-D

Ordfnow. To get the packed lunches on the go for school and paid toil for us tomorrow.


Teresa :-D

I must say, Petunia dear, I have been quaite giddy today, chasing around after you as you do all your good works. But why wasnt Pat rish aaaah in charge of the tuktuk. You know I have no sense of direction and you're lucky I only went around the roundabout three times, and it really wasnt my fault the gear stick broke, it just snapped off in my hands.

oooh, do you mean the fairies have followed me all the way from Hampstead Heath? Shirley Knott. But it was very odd again this morning. I started packing, went to the kitchen to ask Mrs Berry about a picnic to take with me for the journey home, and when I returned to my room not only were all my clothes hanging in the wardrobe again, but my portmanteaux, cases and hatboxes were no where to be seen, I eventually tracked them down in the garden hidden inside the pyracantha bushes. Where were you at that time? Its getting like Ground Hog Wart Day around here!!

I do hope your poor arm is feeling a lot less tender now and that your post-jab tiredness has worn off. Of course you are as delicate as a hot house flower. I wish I had the time to be as delicate as a hot house flower

While you were breaking bread with Mr Warburton, I nipped into the junk shop, I knew you wouldnt miss me. I am now the proud owner of another four little Wade Whimsies. Three small ones for £1.50 each, and a larger one for £3.50. A certain charity shop that I normally frequent charges between £3 to £6 for the small ones. I shall be visiting the junk shop again. I also found another three glass sweets to add to my glass bonbonierre. I have yearned for glass sweets for many years, and I find them now that I am in the winter of my years and have less time to "enjoy" looking at them.

no Lesley or Susan today?

CC

hello Teresa, I often think of Mr Darcy - particularly Mr Darcy emerging from the pond after that cold swim. And that wasnt in the original novel !!! As for Mr Brand ..... bring back the original Flash Harry is wot I say.

As for your lovely offspring, dont panic and dont worry, she will contact you from the high seas and tell you all about it. They have Wireless on board ships now, doncha know, and other forms of telecommunication.

CC.

Oooooooh WI Auntie? I will have a bit of spare time after Monday when FTE departs fit the 7 seas :-(

Perhaps I can help with good works :-D :-D :-D :-D

Off now to do the unpaid toil and look at the nice and less grubby looking Mr Oliie Muirs who lived just down the A12', he is on the TV which FTY and his n
Matey fruits did not bother to turn orrrf when they went off to school earlier :-|

Teresa

Good Morning dear Ladies,

I was a little unwell yesterday following said flu jab.

As you know I am a delicate flower and bruise like a peach. My upper arm is stiff and sore!

However, I am more in the Land of the Living this morning.

Yes, I doooo like Mr Darcy, all wet shirt and dripping. Swoons.

Teresa dear, Mr Brand is not so grubby in life. He is really rather handsome!!!!

Cherry dear, I can only think it is the fairies who hang your clothes back up again. Tis not me.

Pat-trish-aaaah is far too busy with the Ark, and Mrs Berry is constantly baking.

Soooo, off to organise the WI this morning, Mr Warburton is having a coffee morning [instant I presume] and we shall be discussing an Autumn Fayre.

Come on Cherry, grab your coat, the tuk-tuk is waiting.

Toodle Pip
Auntie Petunia