ooo that reminds me, must be booze o’clock already
the blustery change has arrived *yay* so all doors and windows are open to cool the house down
enjoy yer booze 🙂
yesterday i drove 40 miles across Salisbury Plain to collect a tonne of mud and rubble.
Now i’m about to drive it all the way back there, then bring it all back here. Hmmmm, might be an idea to tip it off, at some stage?
Still, leave that to our office administrators to figure out, Doh.
Oh dear oh dear.
Kudos to the neighbour.
That’s a lovely banner, Bill.
Can’t help thinking that’s Paul Hollywood.
fingdog has just eaten the dishcloth *bad dog ya dickbrain*
there will be vomiting at some point in the next 48hrs as her system rejects the foreign article
at least the name fits the action:
Silly dog. She’ll have a hygienically clean tummy, though 🙂
Snudle likes eating plastic bags, but only a certain type of plastic (the thicker kind). We sometimes find bits of plasticky cat sick around the flat 😦
Yay. Took the day off (ok,went sick). They can’t do it. We’re still in the EU, they can’t take that away from me. And those it means more to. Love to you. xx
Misty, sunny and frosty. Luv-er-lee
Dogs, though, Clocks, they proper nom things down. Don’t pull it out, it will come when it’s ready.
Doing my best. Misty, Sunny and Frosty, you say?
Sorry. (Not really, the first 2 are fab.) 😉
Sunny here too. Nice to get the sun back.
Sun’s gone in and the mist is now fog.
Pushing it, Bill, pushing it, But what else x
Oh Dogfings, ya daft mutt.
Funnily appropriate name for the wipes.
“plasticky cat sick”
MiL leaving soon.
Sunny as anything here, as it was yesterday, no heating until 8pm-ish.
My cat hates me, btw, I said I’d be in bed about 12 hours ago then I zizzed most of them on the sofa.
That’ll teach the little bastard. 🙂
No, it won’t.
Aww, Sleeps, does your MiL know about us virtual people? Well, I is a real people and would vouch for the rest of them. Can she get a huge hug? xx < and those?
For everyone else… 😉
Don’t tell me the old, old story
Tell me the truth this time
Is the Man in the Mask or the Indian
An enemy or a friend of mine…
From an album whose title takes its cue from a poem written by the sexy geezer in my avatar. Kulcha, innit?
For a moment I though they were shoving a beer bottle in the baby’s mouth. I get a bit cross-eyed this time of the afternoon.
I think I’ll live dangerously this evening and have some roast potatoes and sausages for dinner.
Cauliflower cheese – with shredded crisps (carcinogenic?) on top, potatoes (boiled – don’t want to go over the top) & veggie burger (well, 2!) for me… 🙂
The banner makes me laugh: we have a picture of the mr back in the day, bottlefeeding the eldest son, who was about six months old…in the foreground is the mr’s bottle..Molson Candian…
Spicy chicken pizza,an apple and a glass of lemon and lime juice which i’m currently addicted too.
this is pretty cool…skating through the frozen woods in new brunswick
Hi, Inty, I have a similar photo of me a couple of weeks after daughter was born, in the rocking chair, feeding her, glass of red on the side. 😉 (Must have been a Saturday, her dad did the nightfeeds on Saturdays.)
Update on T. She had her operation yesterday, before anyone knew it was going to happen. It went well and ex-DiL visited today and she’s very tired but otherwise seems well enough.
That’s good, Clocks, have they said how long she’s likely to be in? And if you can (I know, hard from where you are) make sure they put a care package in place. My Mum, then about 77, got hand rails and a raised loo seat a couple of years back. But she has a friend not long out of hospital, in his late 80s, his assessment was done and after about 2 weeks all the aids he needed still aren’t fitted but neither he nor his daughter will ring to chivvy them up.
51, we don’t know how long she’ll be in. Probably quite a while.
She has a care plan, all the aids necessary and carers four times a day, so she’s well looked after. She normally gets around her flat with a walking frame but she won’t be able to if she can’t put weight on the broken ankle. We’ll see.
Bedtime here nn lovelies
Right, that’s me up the wooden hill …. I might be late tomorrow, meeting up with my chemo buddy (squee, can’t wait, not seen her in ages) at a pub in Cwmbran. I’ve not been there before, so been sitting here reading reading the menu, almost decided what I’m going to have. It’ll still take me half an hour tomorrow to be sure, though.
Nn all. x 🙂 x
No idea who T is as i’m somewhat out of the loop.However i doubt you would have mentioned her if she wasn’t someone special to you so hope all goes well with the post op recovery.
It’s more like hi and bye Clocks 🙂
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