Do you remember the film when the young boy got left behind by his family?
WELL... Last night, SWSBO got dressed in pretty clothes, which was the first time since Christmas Eve, (yes, yes, she did have a bath and wash her hair, you THINK I'd allow MY human to go out unwashed).
Having put big bowls of humous and sweet potato next to my water bowl, she put a big bag into wicker trolley, scratched my neck, gave me a cuddle, a kiss on the beak and told me "be a good girl and stay, stay GeeGee".
STAY! This is the dreaded word that means SHE is going out and I 'm going to be 'Home Alone'. AND, she stayed out all night! Uh... I don't do that and I'm much younger than she is.
She crossed the river. Oh, scary stuff, in the dark, on a bus, she went to a house in Barnes. And she ate Kedgeree and played Charades.... and had fun.
Then she slept in a huge cosy warm bed and woke up at 9.00am! Normally by 9.00am, I would have been got up, kissed, taken back to her bed for a cuddle and we would have gone to break-our-fast.
Meanwhile, back home on the perch.... Darkness fell, the moon rose, nobody came to put me to sleep in my cage and cover me up, I stayed awake, eventually falling asleep on top of the bedroom door. The moon went down, the sun came up and still... No sign or sound of HER..
Are you in tears yet or, at the very least, wet-eyed?
And then... sound of keys in the door, the familiar sound of wicker trolley squeezing its fat body up the step and through the front door and then HER voice saying ... "HELLO".
I may moan about HER and give her the odd nip to keep her in her place.. But, when all the (hopefully Tortilla) chips are on the table and one's beak is behind bars, SHE aka HER, is my mum and I love HER very dearly.
Uh, it is far too early in the day to be so emotional, whatever next? Well, it's lunch time! You all think must that all we do in this house is eat.. Not true, but I cannot deny that we both like food and love eating it.
For instance... Those pretty ORANGE fruits of Winter... Oh, yum-de-de-tum-tum.. do you know of what I write? They are nature's way of giving you the RIGHT STUFF when days are short and the sun don't shine...
Apricots, Mandarins, Persimmons (do not even think of taking one out of MY bowl), Pineapples (why aren't called SpinyApples?), Pomegranates, Oranges and Satsumas and then Seville Oranges - for Marmalade.
We know someone called Patsy who lives in California. She has a brother-in-law who grows fruit. Lots of fruit and lots and lots of different types of fruit, he sells it directly to hotels and restaurants and on weekends Patsy works for him doing Farmer's Markets in places like Santa Barbara & Santa Monica. I will get her to send 'us' some photos of her fruit stands in the sunny Californian sunshine.
'We' grow fruit too, SHE has an allotment. She took it on 11 years ago next January. It was a completely bare plot, well, bare in the sense that it didn't have anything of use on it apart from an very sad, broken down old shed.
This was before I was born, Dagga-the-Parrot was the love of her life then.... More about him later as I know there are several people who are reading this that don't know what happened to him and the very sad tale will have to be told but NOT today.
Now on the plot, there are over 40 Fruit trees: Apples, Cherries, Damsons, Figs, Pluots (mix of Plum & Apricots), Plums, Green Gages, Yellow Gages (yes, such a thing exists), Pears and Grapes. Black, Red & White Currants, Red & White Gooseberries AND a BIG Asparagus bed!
Not a lot of people realise that, actually, my HER is a little shy, hard to believe eh? Well, she is shy with strangers, with ONE exception. If she wants to know something about anything, she has a saying and this is it.. "IF you want to know something, speak to the Organ Grinder and NOT the monkey"...
So, when she wanted to make an Asparagus bed QUICKLY, and not have to wait until she was too long in the tooth to eat it, she had a quick think and went online to find The British Asparagus Association.
And she called up THE Chairman, who, in those days, was an enchanting man called Victor Aveling. And he was charming, so charming in fact that he said "you need to speak to my wife". And Barbara Aveling was equally as charming and equally as enchanting as her husband, she asked HER what size the bed was going to be and then gave HER very precise instructions of what to do with the soil in order to make a cosy bed for the Asparagus Crowns and said "with that amount of space, you will have 6 rows, 10 Crowns to a row, so you need 60 Crowns"...
Have you ever read a Kitchen Garden Supply catalogue? Now, I know we are talking about 8 years ago but even then ONE Crown was a very silly price, so HER gulped and said "oh, how much will that be?". The response was brisk "including next day delivery the cost will be £23.45p, I'll post them out to you tomorrow morning and you can pop a cheque in the post".
So, you see, you must never be shy of speaking to genuine experts, they are always generous with their expertise and knowledge (just please remember to ask them if it is convenient time for them to talk).
And remember the motto:
Always speak to the Organ Grinder and not the monkey.
The very charming Barbara charged 35 pence each for 2 year old Crowns.
With which, dear readers... I have to cease as SHE is going out. I gather to an Apple Store to make an date for her first lesson on the iPad. So, alas and alack, not only is she going out, so is the iPad... Sigh .. But, the good news is that it is now gone 3.45pm and it is still light.
Love and toots to you all.
GeeGee Parrot.
December 29th, 2011.
WELL... Last night, SWSBO got dressed in pretty clothes, which was the first time since Christmas Eve, (yes, yes, she did have a bath and wash her hair, you THINK I'd allow MY human to go out unwashed).
Having put big bowls of humous and sweet potato next to my water bowl, she put a big bag into wicker trolley, scratched my neck, gave me a cuddle, a kiss on the beak and told me "be a good girl and stay, stay GeeGee".
STAY! This is the dreaded word that means SHE is going out and I 'm going to be 'Home Alone'. AND, she stayed out all night! Uh... I don't do that and I'm much younger than she is.
She crossed the river. Oh, scary stuff, in the dark, on a bus, she went to a house in Barnes. And she ate Kedgeree and played Charades.... and had fun.
Then she slept in a huge cosy warm bed and woke up at 9.00am! Normally by 9.00am, I would have been got up, kissed, taken back to her bed for a cuddle and we would have gone to break-our-fast.
Meanwhile, back home on the perch.... Darkness fell, the moon rose, nobody came to put me to sleep in my cage and cover me up, I stayed awake, eventually falling asleep on top of the bedroom door. The moon went down, the sun came up and still... No sign or sound of HER..
Are you in tears yet or, at the very least, wet-eyed?
And then... sound of keys in the door, the familiar sound of wicker trolley squeezing its fat body up the step and through the front door and then HER voice saying ... "HELLO".
I may moan about HER and give her the odd nip to keep her in her place.. But, when all the (hopefully Tortilla) chips are on the table and one's beak is behind bars, SHE aka HER, is my mum and I love HER very dearly.
Uh, it is far too early in the day to be so emotional, whatever next? Well, it's lunch time! You all think must that all we do in this house is eat.. Not true, but I cannot deny that we both like food and love eating it.
For instance... Those pretty ORANGE fruits of Winter... Oh, yum-de-de-tum-tum.. do you know of what I write? They are nature's way of giving you the RIGHT STUFF when days are short and the sun don't shine...
Apricots, Mandarins, Persimmons (do not even think of taking one out of MY bowl), Pineapples (why aren't called SpinyApples?), Pomegranates, Oranges and Satsumas and then Seville Oranges - for Marmalade.
We know someone called Patsy who lives in California. She has a brother-in-law who grows fruit. Lots of fruit and lots and lots of different types of fruit, he sells it directly to hotels and restaurants and on weekends Patsy works for him doing Farmer's Markets in places like Santa Barbara & Santa Monica. I will get her to send 'us' some photos of her fruit stands in the sunny Californian sunshine.
'We' grow fruit too, SHE has an allotment. She took it on 11 years ago next January. It was a completely bare plot, well, bare in the sense that it didn't have anything of use on it apart from an very sad, broken down old shed.
This was before I was born, Dagga-the-Parrot was the love of her life then.... More about him later as I know there are several people who are reading this that don't know what happened to him and the very sad tale will have to be told but NOT today.
Now on the plot, there are over 40 Fruit trees: Apples, Cherries, Damsons, Figs, Pluots (mix of Plum & Apricots), Plums, Green Gages, Yellow Gages (yes, such a thing exists), Pears and Grapes. Black, Red & White Currants, Red & White Gooseberries AND a BIG Asparagus bed!
Not a lot of people realise that, actually, my HER is a little shy, hard to believe eh? Well, she is shy with strangers, with ONE exception. If she wants to know something about anything, she has a saying and this is it.. "IF you want to know something, speak to the Organ Grinder and NOT the monkey"...
So, when she wanted to make an Asparagus bed QUICKLY, and not have to wait until she was too long in the tooth to eat it, she had a quick think and went online to find The British Asparagus Association.
And she called up THE Chairman, who, in those days, was an enchanting man called Victor Aveling. And he was charming, so charming in fact that he said "you need to speak to my wife". And Barbara Aveling was equally as charming and equally as enchanting as her husband, she asked HER what size the bed was going to be and then gave HER very precise instructions of what to do with the soil in order to make a cosy bed for the Asparagus Crowns and said "with that amount of space, you will have 6 rows, 10 Crowns to a row, so you need 60 Crowns"...
Have you ever read a Kitchen Garden Supply catalogue? Now, I know we are talking about 8 years ago but even then ONE Crown was a very silly price, so HER gulped and said "oh, how much will that be?". The response was brisk "including next day delivery the cost will be £23.45p, I'll post them out to you tomorrow morning and you can pop a cheque in the post".
So, you see, you must never be shy of speaking to genuine experts, they are always generous with their expertise and knowledge (just please remember to ask them if it is convenient time for them to talk).
And remember the motto:
Always speak to the Organ Grinder and not the monkey.
The very charming Barbara charged 35 pence each for 2 year old Crowns.
With which, dear readers... I have to cease as SHE is going out. I gather to an Apple Store to make an date for her first lesson on the iPad. So, alas and alack, not only is she going out, so is the iPad... Sigh .. But, the good news is that it is now gone 3.45pm and it is still light.
Love and toots to you all.
GeeGee Parrot.
December 29th, 2011.
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