General Chat

Ladies, ladies, afternoon tea has been served and cleared away. We are now at the Afternoon Tea Dance.

I must say I do fancy myself as Ginger Rogers. She was such a pretty little thing, although a bit different when she was in the West End in her later years. She was morphing into Mae West!!!!!

The male officers are our partners this afternoon. Such nice young boys, all brilliantine and white tea. I asked my dear boy if he has a nice young gel to keep him company. He confessed to being on the other bus. Bus? Are we not on board Ship? Am I missing something here dears? Does he have aspirations of being a bus driver? I thought all young boys wanted to be engine drivers!

We are having a Strictly Come Dancing afternoon here. There is a regular little firebrand here, he is teaching us all the Argentinian Tango.

Oh be still my beating heart!!!!

Flustered
Auntie Petunia

Im orff to get the washing in. We are going soon to the local Inn for tea. I really could not be faffed with cooking after toil today.

See you soon

Teresa

Hi there Cherry, hope all is well at the Towers, Its a miniature 'orse she is after and a rich miniture jockey to keep her the the custom she is getting used to! We are not too many miles from Newmarket, she is thinking of a visit there.

Teresa :0)

I think young Penelope Cruise was out walking with Mr T Cruise at one stage Cherry.


~~~~~~~~~~~ to Susan and Lesley wherever she may be. Hope the concert went well Lesley, Im desperate to know how it went, I caught a bit when the highlights were played on the radio.

Teresa :0)

Oh dear me, Teresa, I hope that Patty will not be asking her grandmother to buy one of them thar miniature pigs that can live on balconies. While I am staying at Motie Towers, I do not wish to be woken at the crack of dawn every morning by the oink-oinking of little squealers. Mind you ... I hear they make excellent and very loyal pets, but what would we do with Tricki-Woo?

CC

Oh dear the hair straighteners seem to be missing again and FTEs orff the shoulder dress

OMG, is that Patrishaaaaa I see. I think my Neice Fruit has caught her in the mist of the spray tan and also slapped on the slap so to speak!!!.......................................
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....................................................................Oh dear my Neice fruit said Patty as she now likes to be known, asked for a makeover, she also wanted a small dog she could pop in her hand bag and a pair of killer heals.





It pains me to say this Auntie but Patty is now dressed as a Towie, the goth look has gawn. :(


Yours wondering where on earth

thought for the day :

If Penelope Cruz married Tom Cruise,
would she thereafter be known as Penelope Cruz Cruise??

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hello Susan, I think Cesca clashed with one of the other young ladies on that show, and apparently when the camera was not rolling she expressed a few personal opinions about people being rude to her. TBH, I was disgusted at the attitude shown to Cesca, and I didnt like the way some of the people poked around in other peoples' homes and made disparaging remarks. I'd never seen that show before, only followed it for the week Cesca was appearing, and do not intend to watch it ever again.

As for your dream, its said that elephants never forget, so do you have a guilty subconscious secret you dont want to remember??? ;-)

CC

I see in todays Hot News that a member of the paparazzi has gone missing and may soon be found strung up from the battlements of Balmoral, with HMER proclaiming "orf with his head".

What a relief that there was no dead body on the train. It might have been very different had Miss Marple's friend been in one of the carriages of the 4.15 From Paddington. Ah yes, the Heinekin Movement. Closely related to Beethovens First Movement. I believe it was initiated by a gentleman called Heimlich Manouver.

If there was no dead body on the train, that means there were no people to interrogate, so how did the little Belgian genetleman occupy himself for the duration of the journey. Perhaps he thought of going to Hastings ........ !

I hope Octavia's back is soon recovered, following dear Petunia's handling of the choking situation. A chipped vertebrae is no laughing matter. I do hope dear Petunia has an Indemnity Clause written into her Homes Insurance.

CC

Hello Susan dear, what is this mexie thing? Is it a new exotic dish that Cherry is getting Mrs Berry to prepare for our homecoming? Or is it something you saw on CDWM, I really like the weird and wonderful things that some people concoct.

Panic over dears, it was not dead body after all.

I think some fool has been watching Colditz on the cinema! The film where all the soldiers manage to escape without the guards having a clue!

I young man made his escape from his overbearing Mama who was taking him to her family in Francais. He was smitten by a young gel in his village who was 'below him' in class and stature, and he has done a bunk to be with her.

Mama is purple was rage, and quite frankly I am surprised that such a smug, overbearing, self satisfied, sanctimonious, opinionated woman has the cheek to walk the streets.......................fancy being as obnoxious as that!

I was saying the same to Octavia, and do you know, she must have drunk her coffee too quickly, as she nearly choked! Of course I came to her resue and delivered the Heinekan movement. Preens!

We are now homeward bound as those dear little Simon and Carbuncle used to sing. I shall be home before you know it.

Pip Pip
Auntie Petunia

CC : Mixie - gawd, don't eat the bleddy bunnies......

Cesca I think, has made positive changes in her life.... Good for her. Not sure that I like the music, but hey ho, each to their own eh?? What did she have to say about her experience on CDWM? There may well be something wrong with me, but I like that show... The personalities that get thrown together, too too much.

My OH is in the lounge watching the AB's play the Boks... I am 'listening' to the game, biding time til I can hit the hay and read my book ;-). I have beavered away today and am fair knackered.

Petunia, who was the fool that died? Not murdered I hope? Did you not hear anything at all? Why do your jaunts never go by without incident? Holy moly, you do have a knack of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or is it the right place at the wrong time or the wrong place at the right time? OOooh, I feel giddy trying to make any sense of my thoughts :-0..

Time to call it a day I think,

Enjoy your Saturday, I am away to rest me bones,

Susan

PS: I had the most vivid dream last night, I had an elephant peering in my windows, looking at me :-D, oh dear, whatever could THAT mean.?

Nothing to do with the chocolate bar I scoffed yesterday I hope...

Whispers

Drat, and drat again, some fool has died during the night on the train.................

I dont wish to be uncharitable dears, but I do want to get back to the ship now.

That little Belgian is walking up and down the corridor quizzing us all.

Damn, blast and balderdash!

I want to come home!!!!!!

Vexed
Auntie Petunia

And another Bloooberrriiieee call ........... I was able to reassure dear Petunia that all is in hand for her return, and the house will be ready to accommodate her guests with her usual standards of hospitality.

heehee, she thinks I havent twigged on ...
*those cheap wines with expensive labels stuck on the bottles.
*Home made soap for the handbasin in each bedroom - made up from recycled bits of old soap and a pattern put on with a red wax stamp and a mallet.
*stale bread, softened with milk for the bread puddings Pat rish aaaah used to make.

Two can play that game. I shall tell dear Petunia that all the meat came from Mr Cleaver in the High Street, but a friend of mine is visiting Lord Fauntleroy's estate tomorrow night after dark beneath the moonless sky - the rabbits have mixie and will be easy to catch, the squirrels are running around looking for their nuts, and Petunia wont know the difference between rabbit or squirrel, and chicken. And for once, the venison wont be dear, or expensive either.

As well as the Oust, I shall get a few spray cans of Haze and a Magnolia fragrance room spray just for good measure. That should mask any unsavoury odours emanating from the sewers. I must remember to book Mr Rodd, the drainage engineer. It wasnt my fault the drains got blocked up, but accidents will happen ............................ ;-)

Petunia finished her call rather hastily, mumbling something about a little Belgian ..... I love Belgian chocolates, they are the best in the world :-D

Mrs Berry, dear, are you still here? Did I tell you about the husband of one of my aunts? His mother used to make bread and butter puddings for him, and after he married my aunt he expected her to make bread and butter puddings too, just like his mamma used to make. One day, he walked into the kitchen to see my aunt buttering bread, and weighing up the currants and seedless raisins etc. He wanted to know what she was doing. Aunt replied that she was making him a bread and butter pudding. He said : you mean to tell me that there is buttered bread in bread and butter pudding?? Aunt answered : "well, yes". And from that day on, Uncle never ate bread and butter pudding again.

Now, Miss Mortimer asked for filling puddings for when she and her guests return to Motie Towers. Let me see - bread and butter pudding for Sunday, Apple Charlotte and Custard for Monday, Rhubarb Crumble and Custard for Tuesday. What about a Spotted Dick for Wednesday .......?

CC

Good evening all............Petunia here via the Bloooooooberry!

Ah our evening was lovely, we clacked all evening. We also got to taste the local cordial through what looked like a very small watering can. It was held aloft over our heads, and then poured...............my, my, my flowers got watered alright. It went straight down my gullet and missed my mouth altogether.

I really am getting cosmopolitan with all these drinks! As you know I am totally teetotal, but these new cordials are really rather nice, hic.

We journeyed overnight on the train, first class of course, to Madrid. And yes, we did the sights again. More churches, more trinklets, watch out Cherry! Wheeeee! Thank you dear, pop them into my room. Back to the Ship tonight, and then cruising back tomorrow and Southampton on Sunday. Home Sweet Home!!!! Lovely.

Susan dear, I am very partial to gas myself. I would have kept the gas mantles all over the house, but we were condemned! Such a pleasant glow, so flattering on ones complexion. We are now entering our Autumn dear, and it is definitely chilly in England in the mornings. My heating allowance has been cut. As I am over a certain age, it was a little help towards the bills, but now it has been reduced, I fear that we will be living in one room. Motie Towers is wonderful in the summer, light and airy, but a begger to heat in the winter. I fear we will be huddled around the Aga in the scullery!!!!

Thank you Cherry dear, I am looking forward to returning home, and you are making all the arrangements. Thank you dear. Just make sure that the linen is really dry and aired before the beds are made. My poor old joints will not stand for damp beds.

I hope that you placed the meat order with Mr Cleaver in the High Street, his meat is the best around. He leaves it hanging out in the air to mature it. It really is a treat.

I hope you have given full instructions to Mrs Berry for our supper. We, being old girls, always feel better with something hot inside us, and the pudding will set us up a treat.

I am sorry we have not heard from Lesley for a few days, but I suspect she has Grannyitus, and is in love with her newborn. And that is how it should be. She will hopefully return to the boooooosum of us all, very soon.

We are about to board the train now.......................how strange a little Belgian man in a cashmere coat, hat and a waxen moustache has waddled into view...............no.............dont tell me........................how exciting!!!

Exercising my leeeeetle grey cells
Auntie Petunia

hello Susan, goodness you are in a quandary regarding your heating issues. I bet the powers that be who have decided all this, earn a generous salary and dont have to decide whether to Eat or Heat in the winter months. I can quite understand why you dont want to change systems. Good luck with fighting the good fight.

Now you've identified Cesca - what did you think?

I suspect our lunacy .... I mean, collective sense of humour, has scared Lesley off, LOL

CC

*mutters*
well I really do not know why dear Petunia exhorted me to take care of Pat rish aaaah, when she has absconded to the wilds of Essex. When she is not here in Motie Towers, she is NOT my responsibility. I do hope dear Teresa finds the lamp, which seems to have absconded with Pat rish aaaaah. Before I rubbed the geni up the wrong way, I noticed the hallmark, and the lamp may be very valuable indeed. I was hoping to get a good price for it at a little market stall I heard about, in Camden.

But all said and done, I will be so relieved when Petunia comes home again. Acos, I am sick and tired of that cyber hatch opening and all her holiday shopping crashing down on my head.

And I do not know what dear Petunia meant by her allusion to "telling tales". It is not me who tells tales. Therefore it must be Mrs Berry, as at the moment there is no one else here but us two, and our shadows.

Well I can see a busy weekend looming. No rest for the wicked.
*ticks list*
fresh bedding to be pulled out of the airing cupboard
The Orange Room, the Purple Room, the Crimson Room, and Petunia's room are to be thoroughly aired, so I must remember to jemmy open the windows.
All bedding to be sent to the laundry service, and the fresh bedding to go on the beds after the mattresses have been shaken and turned.
Carpets to be vacuumed, and lavender scent sprayed around. Also Oust.
Tricki Woo to be collected from the kennels.
Contact butcher and order best steak to be delivered.
Contact greengrocer and order a selection of choicest fresh vegetables.
Raid the wine cellar.

I think that just about covers it.

Drat - Pat rish aaaah is not here, which means I have to do all the work myself.

CC

hello Teresa, I dread to think which of your FTE's outfits Pat rish aaaah tried to go out in. Was it the Goth or the Heavy Metal? or ... perish the thought ... the ripped jeans with safety pins in??

CC

Morning gels,

CC, The council are wanting everyone to switch to electric heat pumps, them what blow warm/hot/cold air around your rooms. 1) I don't like them 2) why should we have to purchase more heating when our current system is perfectly adequate 3) I don't like them :-P

Gas is not an option, we live up a rear driveway and declined the offer of piped gas some moons ago as we didn't want to rob a bank to pay for the installation.
We don't burn coal here, strictly a no no. OH and I never burn wet wood, we are like little squirrels (don't have them here either), we gather our wood through the warmer months so it is bone dry come winter.

We shall not, we shall not be moved, we shall not we shall not be moved...
uless faced with a law suit I guess :-D.

By the by CC, yes the girl we watched is the same person you mentioned :-)..

I have been for a bracing constituitional this morning, with fruit and pup. Consequently I am running a tad late this morn so I had best be off and get myself to work. No shirking today. But I did have a nice luncheon out yesterday with my fruit.

~~~~~~ to all, Teresa, stay calm. Where is Lesley?

Toodle pip
Susan

Gooood evening dear ladies, oh what a jolly time we have had meandering around Barcelona. Or should that be Barthcelona. Titters. All those Latin men, making goo goo eyes at Francine. Mind you I am not surprised, she is a very pretty gel. George is not best pleased though.

We visited the churches once again, and bought some more artifacts that will be coming Cherry's way very soon. Duck dear.

Cherry and Teresa dear, please take care of my little girl. I know she is a plain, hairy, disfunctional and lumpy kind of girl, but she is MY plain, hairy, disfunctional, lumpy girl. I never did get close to her mother, and I feel now, that after the treaterous Juanita she is all I have in the world. Sniffs.

Teresa, she really does need a firm hand to keep her in order. Will your gentleman walker perhaps give her a talking to? Please dear, tell me exactly where she was wearing the lamp......................I shudder to think.

Now Cherry dear, we do not want telling tales do we dear? I am sure you and Mrs Berry are rubbing along just fine. Can I put an advance order for when we come home?

I shall of course be bringing everyone home with me, so please air all the bedrooms, and get Mrs Berry to change the bedlinen. We would like a hearty dinner that night, so perhaps a steak and kiddley pudding all around? Thank you dear, I know we have been fine dining on board Ship, but a little home comfort goes a long, long way.

Expect us back on Sunday evening. We are docking at Southampton about 4pm, so give us time to pootle home the 'pretty way'.

Dear Susan, I cannot help but sympathise with you over the heating. It is getting colder here, and the price of coal has risen, if you can find it!

We used to have a coalman called Tom many years ago. He wore an old jacket and cap, which were stiff with coaldust. Do you know, I never saw him clean. He was always as black as soot. Imagine my surprise when I saw a very scrubbed young man, walking along with his lady wife and two flaxen haired children. He called out 'Hello Miss Petunia' but I did not recognise him! What a handsome man lay hidden under all the dirt!

By the way, I did try the Ouzo, what a strong drink, I wonder what flower it is distilled from, certainly not any that grows in this country !!

Off to a Flamenco evening tonight. We are eating, then watching the cabaret, then we will be having lessons in the art of clacking our castinets. Octavia is threatening to remove her teeth and using them.

Rolls eyes...................

Flouncing my pretty dress
Auntie Petunia