I don't know...what with tip toeing about in case of causing offence...to welcoming another happy little Troll...must be the weekend when the Trolls emerge from their dank hidey-holes...to constant feckin' rain and having to have, not just the range lit, but all the lights on and still rattling away in spite of swallowing steroids and anti-biotics...and the rubber seal has come loose from the oven door and sort of dangles in mid-air and the kitchen roof is still leaking and Bobby keeps expressing the most foul bottom burps...was going to write 'farts' but thought that might be considered offensive...Himself has been buying cheap dog food again...probably whale-meat or scrambled ancient donkey...Bobby laid on the floor by the settee all last night...I had to cover my nose up with the sheet...could smell him even with feckin nodules stuck in my nostrils...and I was desperate for a cup of tea and called Himself but he must have been sleeping with his deaf ear outwards so in the end I didn't bother and went back to sleep and had a horrible dream where I was cleaning out 'fridges full of green cheese...probably terribly Freudian but who cares. Then it was six o'clock and Eilis was trotting between sitting room and bedroom her nails clicking on the floor wanting to go out for a pee and Himself came through without any clothes on and gave me a bit of a fright actually but he put his dressing gown to make me a cup of tea and brought the nebuliser and it was raining too hard to take the dogs for their walk and now our daughter-in-law...the one in Sweden, is having a funny turn and she's entitled after all, but it's a bit difficult to cope with actually and so we get worried and Connor says not to worry 'cos she's potty and he should know, what with her being his mother. So I've put the salt lamp on and macaroni cheese for my supper is in the oven, I didn't make it though, it came from Tesco's, Himself has a takeaway chicken curry from the Chinese in town and I think back to proper Sunday dinners with Yorkshire puddings and lovely gravy and crispy roast potatoes with treacle tart and thick custard for pudding and I remember dear Georgina, the lady with Downs who we cared for...sitting back from the table with her arms folded practising her new rude word...'Oh, buggar' she'd say...'Lovely dinner, dear heart' she'd push her spectacles' further up her nose and beam a smile.
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Hi. Vashti
I bet you will be glad when it's Monday !!
What a day you've had, and after all that , then having himself walking around in the buff ! May l ask,..,why ?
Velvet xx
oooohh roast beef and Yorkshire puddings.....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm could just eat a Sunday lunch myself. think a visit to the carvery is on the cards soon. :-)'
Oh Vashti - how could anyone take offence at your posts? They gladden many hearts here - keep 'em coming!
Do hope that you will soon start to feel better. Just love your story, wish that I could do just half as well as you write.xx
Reading your really entertaining message, Vashti, one thing does irritate(BIG SMILEY) me, and that is you worrying about busybodies and what they think. Just be yourself, please. As long as you amuse and entertain me. Malcolm has been sitting on my keyboard getting in the way, but when he saw about your husband appearing in the nude (WOW) he did a runner leaving a trail of hairs behind him. One intrigues me about farts, the older you are - the more massive they get. There is enough wind outside !! Posh lunch to celebrate son's 50th with daughter and grandchildren. Daughter in law kept out of the way because she doesn't like her in laws - her loss of course!! Enjoy the rest of the wet and windy day!!! xx
hahahahahaha
How different one day can be from the next. Yesterday, the sun was shining, I felt OK and went from cleaning some windows, not many, to some gardening, cutting back another of our many rock roses, to making a couple of lemon drizzle cakes. but today, raining almost all day, cant even sit comfortably because of a sore spot, achieved almost nothing, bored and frustrated. wonder how to orrow will go. enjoyed your post. iris x .
i like lemon drizzle cake, please x
blog.priddybooks.com/fun_st... hi there u are,, now i hope the pic shows up ,, o il feel a nit if it dusnt,,
that recipe is almost the same as the Mary Berry Crunchy Lemon loaves that I make. that fills two llb loaf tins and I use the liners which saves a lot of bother. Loaf cakes are easy to slice, its an easy recipe and never fails. Iris x
You are talking to a nit !!! Thanks a lot. xx
Aunt Bessies Yorkshire Puddings are delish, roast veg covered in honey, I could eat my dinner again! Sounds like you need the sun as much as me but looks like we have a dull wet windy cold week ahead ( sob,waillll!!!!!)
I just have to say that we had Aunt Bessies with our slow-roast beef and saute veggies. I know that some will say buying pre-made frozen yorkshire pud is lazy but if there is only 1 or 2 of you is it really? The extra time, washing up, etc. Aunt Bessies Yorkies don't even need an oven. Mmm. the memory of the Horse Raddish sauce has made my mouth water again.
Have just been thinking I need to use my salt lamp more than I do and Mmmmmmm Yorkshire puds but the Mmmmm was quickly eradicated by the thought of your other half walking around in the buff. Hahaha I was most probably picturing my other half in the buff which did the damage to my thought pattern xx
Can I ask what a salt lamp is? Sorry to appear dim!
It's ok folks! I googled the salt lamp! Understand now what it is! Doh!!!
You're not dim at all... I wouldn't have known before I saw one in a shop and loved the look of it.
Catherine
You entertain us all with your stories keep them coming. You have a brilliant imagination and a way with words, love it.
I bought a packet of frozen large Yorkshire puddings - lovely photo of them containing sausages whatever on the outside. BUT oh dear! Just the empty flans inside. So I will buy a tray of oven ready vegetables and pop some in the flan.
Another week gone and a new one beginning Vashti. How time flies by even when it is raining and with all you have to contend with. Don't tip toe around, just be you as you are not offensive in any way unlike poor Bobby! Don't animals do the worst farts ever? Our cat is silent but violent and I am sure she saves them up for when she comes to sit on me.
Himself in the buff eh - whoo hoo! Should not be scaring you like that though but it did make me smile. Listen to Connor and don't worry, lovely memories of Georgina who you cared for too so that is really nice.
Have a good week this week and feel better. Just be you and keep posting.
Lots of love, Carole xxxxx
Thank you a very refreshing story....do keep them coming and Fart is not as bad as Crap! Talking of which....was it not the names of the Company....Crapper? Audrey Jersey....ha ha
Charcoal tablets work wonders on smelly farts, George does silent ones occasionally. Usually if he's been stuffing himself with grass. (the garden variety)
It has been horrid wet and windy here too. I am thinking of collecting some snails for a snail race. I bet it would take months for them to get back.
Does the wind and rain make your bones ache? I swear I can tell when the rain is coming just from the extra aches and pains.
Does Himself have a hairy chest? I love them. My husband has a dark hairy chest and hairs on his shoulders which I call his angel wings.
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