AND SHE IS MIGHTY FED UP ..

Dear Readers.. SHE is very annoyed.. 

Stupid iPad.. or is it stupid BlogSpot... SHE has gaps where there should not be gaps.. So tomorrow after the electricians have done their work and changed the meter.. it is back to Apple in Covent Garden to see the technical team.. 

SHE is so bored with this and it has only started since BlogSpot changed the way that WE edit a post... but who knows, it might be a fault with iPad.. luckily still under a year old.

Grrrrrr.

GeeGee Parrot.

September 30th, 2012.

THE BURMESE MONKEY.. AKA.. YOU SHALL GO TO THE BALL!....

MADRAS, SOUTHERN INDIA.. During time of World War 2..

Hazel Sell, aka Hay darling, shortly to be married to HER most beloved uncle Leslie Hooper, had a brother called David. He was a Doctor and at time of Tale, was on active service with his Regiment in Burma.

Hazel received a telegram asking her to meet her brother at the station as he had accrued some leave and was also on medical dury escorting back two soldiers who had been badly injured.

She borrowed her mother's car and driver and they drove to the station.. very busy with troops everywhere, she found out the train was on time and went to wait for her adored elder brother at the platform gate.

Chuff.. whhoooshh.. went huge steam engine, the train stopped, hordes and hordes of people disembarked and came up the platform. She knew he would be one of the last off as the two soldiers would be on crutches so waited patiently for sight of them.

Oh, oh dear.. not only were the two soldiers injured but her beloved David was also limping with a straight leg.. thank goodness she had asked her mother for her car! Also at the gate were medics to take the two soldiers.. they spoke with Doctor Sell and he released them into the medics care.. Hugged his sister and said.. "very nice to be home".. 

They found driver and car and Hay said "What have you done to your leg, it looks very stiff, it must be extremely painful!".. David laughed and said.. "all is not as it would appear" and the car took them home.. they were met by their mother and household staff who were delighted to have their 'boy' home from the Burma Front (not a nice place to be)!

But they too exclaimed.. "oh.. poor leg".. with which he sat down 
on one of the verandah chairs.. undid his puttees and rolled up his 
trouser leg.. and there.. clinging onto his knee joint was the smallest 
Monkey anyone had ever seen!

The squeal of laughter from everyone can only be imagined! He 
explained that he had found it clinging to the mother who had died.. what would happened to it? However, it was a very strict rule that no solder.. officer or other rank was allowed any pet on the Burmese front line, so he had smuggled it back into his tent, during the day it had been strapped inside his trouser leg.. and fed it when 
he got fed!

Now it was his gift to Hay.. who, luckily, adored all animals but 
Monkeys especially. David went back to Burma.. Monkey was 
called 'Puttee' and he grew slightly but never became very much 
bigger.

Next on leave was Hay's fiancee, HER uncle Leslie Hooper.. who, also thank goodness, liked Monkeys as Puttee went everywhere with Hay in the car.. and waited for her whilst she did her VAD work during the day.

Whilst Leslie was on leave there was to be a BIG Fund Raising 
Ball on HM King George 6th Birthday to be held at Government House, this was being given by the Governor of Madras. Leslie drove to Hay's parents home and to have a drink with her parents and to collect his very pretty fiancee.  Puttee was not to be seen.. 

strange.. anyway they left and drove to Government House.

Wonderful building.. truly en fete for this Ball.. they went in, were 
announced to the Governor and his wife.. They joined their friends and went into dine.

After dinner, there was dancing.. can't have a Ball without dancing, remember, this was the era of BIG Bank Sound, Glenn Miller and 
that type of music.. there was a Regimental Band playing and these guys can and do play anything! 




Hay and Leslie lurved to dance.. and were having a lurvely time when suddenly there was a commotion and dancers drew back off the floor.. for there chattering to himself and almost looking for someone.. was a small brown Monkey.

Who, upon seeing Hay, ran straight up her dress and nestled down in his favourite place, under her right ear!

He had hidden himself in Leslie's car and then got bored.. after all dinner and a ball were a loong time for a small Burmese Monkey who had no invitation to the Ball at Government House.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 30th, 2012.

HAMPTON COURT PALACE & THE LELY PORTRAITS..

Off SHE went to Hampton Court Palace, which SHE lurves with a grand passion... found the magic card which allows HER and a friend free entrance for a whole year to FIVE Royal Palaces.. did YOU realise that The Tower of London is actually classified as a palace?

From Clapham Junction it is a 30 minute train ride - still within Zone 6 - to Hampton Court Station and a very short walk from station to Palace grounds.

SHE was going specifically to see the portraits, mostly by Sir Peter Lely with a couple of Rubens, thrown in for good measure, of the Ladies of the Court of Charles 2nd.. he was the son of Charles 1st who was beheaded.. And he was a very 'NORTY' boy & man! He had already fathered four illegitimate childred before he came to England in 1660 to claim his throne! 

And he continued to do so the rest of his life.. most of his children were 'sorted' out with money, titles etc and stayed pretty quiet with the exception of one son, The Duke of Monmouth, who started an awful lot of problems and was executed by his own uncle!!

Anyway.. the portraits were absolutely  amazing.. and they were displayed extremely well, in front of the portrait on both sides was the full discription of who the sitter was and further details.. no waiting for other people to move out of the way in order to peer at some small notice on a wall.

The entrance was up one of HER most favourite bits of the Palace. The Painted Staircase.. this was in a section of the building which were added by Mary of Orange, the niece of Charles 2nd.

'Charley'.. despite being extremely virile.. was married to a woman 
whose children did not stay in her womb.. poor, poor Catherine of Braganza.. they had no children that survived, so James succeeded his brother, he was deposed and fled to France and his daughter,
Mary, married to William of Orange but a Stuart by birth, took thethrone.. they had no children.

The throne slid sideways to her sister Queen Anne.. there is your history lesson for the day.. how did it get to the Georges and those Hanoverians, I hear YOU asking?  WELL.. read all about it here.. 

George 1st's grandmother, sister of Charles 1st, a Stuart by birth, was married to a Hanoverian.. OUR present Queen traces her blood line directly through Victoria to the early Georges, then down the ladder to the norty Stuarts!

The magic card gives YOU entrance to a place called The Members Room, this is a quiet place to sit and eat sandwiches and take a cup of something hot, then a quick walk to the station and a train was
waiting which took HER back to Clapham Junction..

SHE had already been to Lidl to stock up on MY facourite bread so SHE decided to take 295 bus to Hammersmith and slip in a fewhours work at garden.. but, when it came to Fulham Broadway.. sky was very dark towards the south west and it was windy too.. and as minds and plans can both be changed.. SHE did.

SHE came home to have an extremely late lunch and to find ME fast asleep on top of the old office cupboard! I had not heard HER come in. That gave ME a bit of a start to wake up and see  HER 
right infront of ole Beaky!

Ooooh, quick flap into YumYum HQ to find fresh new favourite supply of bread and a chick-the-lick leg bone with meat.. what more could a red bummed person want?

SHE has promised lovely Leigh Tale of David Sell, Aunt Hay's brother, Uncle Leslie and The Burmese Monkey but that will come a bit later this afternoon.. WE are off for a little doze..

Yawn.. 

GeeGee Parrot.
September 30th, 2012.

SEPTEMBER.. what a month it has been"

What a roller coaster of a month it has been.. some days have had US happy and ONE day will always be sad.. what can WE do, huh?

Apologies for not posting last night.. ALL HER FAULT.. SHE worked for loong time at garden, trundling backwards and forwards up and down the trackwith a wheelbarrow collecting leaf mould to put onto the beds.. it will rot down further over the winter, it lightens soil and those wiggly worms lurve it! 

So when HER friend Joska, opposite side of track to HER, offered a lift to Big Tesco on Warwick Road, SHE accepted very happily!

Then home with all ingredients for Turkish dish I told YOU about on Friday night.  HERE it is..These quantities do three /four with something else as well.

WE had that steamed chick-the-lick that was done on Friday night.
But it would be good with fish.. steamed Sea Bream perhaps?

Large frying pan.
2 Tablespoons of butter, SHE added small amount of Olive Oil as well.
200 gms of COARSE Bulgar Wheat.
350 mls of cold water, SHE added some chicken jelly from steamed chicken pan.
1 large tomato.. chopped.
1 large onion.. shopped.
1 large green pepper chopped. (SHE added small courgette / zucchini.
1 clove of Garlic.
Salt & pepper to taste.

Melt butter, fry vegetables over not too high a heat for 5 minutes,
add cold water to pan, when water boils, add Bulgar Wheat and 
turn down heat... dish is done when all water is absorbed.

We ate this with over steamed Chicken.. it was delicious!  I jurst LURVE chicken bones.. crunch and there is the marrow.. 

SHE is off to see those Lely portraits at Hampton Court.. via Lidl.. as WE are completely out of MY Rye and Sunflower Bread.. minor panic as there was only ONE slice with which to break MY fast this morning.. but Buttery Egg was good, so tumtum not empty and MY share of the mug of LappySanSooChong this morning in bed.. was HoHoHo.. jurst slurpa-the-durpa!

Happy days everyone.. what are YOU doing today, Dear Readers?

GeeGee Parrot.
September 30th, 2012.

CHORE FILLED DAY...

WE bet YOU have those too.. the very good thing was that they stopped HER going to garden.. because it started to rain and oh boy.. it 'really' rained for several hours.. 

But SHE sat on a 211 bus jurst grinning like a fool thinking of that new bed that was almost finished yesterday.. rain will have gone down far beyond 'top soil' and will be making worms very happy.

Can YOU jurst imagine being a worm stuck in dry soil.. poor worms, doesn't bear thinking about!

Oooh! I have jurst eaten something really tasty.. SHE told this to Joanna this morning so here it is for YOU to try.

In vegetable rack were some 'sad' looking carrots, should have been eaten last week.. so chopchop (went very sharp knife) on carrots, chopchop and core (but not peel) on three tangy eating apples, on onions red and white, in went two cloves of garlic, bay leaf, crushed coriander seeds, black pepper, little salt, most of the chicken stock from last night and another pint of water.

Lid on, on a medium heat to hubble & bubble whilst washing was sorted out and putaway. YES, fear not, soup was turned off before SHE left the house.

Then off to Post Office to collect three packages and an invitation to Cousin Steve's wedding, home via North End Road. 

Bought Olive Oil, Barley and two packets of Bulgar Wheat - coarse grade, found it also comes in brown, WHO KNEW? SHE didn't! Plus a chicken from Dickinsons for our weekend yumyum.

SHE came home and put soup on to warm up and added a cup of Bulgar Wheat plus a little more stock.. brought to boil, turned heat 
off and left pan to sit..

I was already munching a piece of favourite bread when SHE then 
waved this spoonful of orangey-yellow stuff at ME.. I sniffed it.. 
delicious.. slightly of chick-the-lick of which, I am, extremely fond,
took a beakful.. oooh.. scrummydumptious! I took a whole serving 
spoonful.. perfect yumyum.

It has a pleasant mix of spices, vegetables and jurst a hint of that 
sweet tangy apple.. very tasty with Bulgar Wheat making it more 
than jurst a soup-a-da-loupa.

Tomorrow, a Turkish Dish with Bulgar and Peppers is on 'our 
menu', YES, of course, WE will give YOU the recipe.

SHE is being a Culture Vulture at Museums tomorrow, wants to 
see the Bronzes before they go.. has a bit of time, they are here 
until December 9th.

Meanwhile, there are emails to answer and papers to read.. so WE 
both wish YOU a very happy evening and tomorrow.. never fear.. for WE will be here.. 

GeeGee Parrot.
September 28th, 2012.

BACK EARLY.. HAS A HEADACHE..

Dear Readers, do YOU ever get a headache or pain in the head for no reason? Bizarre.. one minute SHE was ok and happy on little bus going to the garden, the next minute there was a vice being tightened around HER head.. poor ole bat.. SHE worked for three hours at garden but had to give in.. sun was making it worse!

SHE came home early via Waitrose.. WE were down to ONE Lapsang tea bag left in tin! SHE took a pill (very rare), had something to eat and drink.. ah ha.. yes, chicken and vegetable stock / soup jurst the ticket!

Pain is receeding but I think it will not be too long before WE put ourselves to bed.. no reading, eyes sore.

But did YOU 'clock' what SHE wrote earlier.. sun was out!  

The weather forecast was for 'desperately gruesome' rain storms all day over London and the South Easterly part of country today and tomorrow... where do 'they' get their information from?

However, from the time SHE got up until about four of the clock, there was not a cloud in the sky, SHE dug with jurst a thin sweater.. sun now low in the sky.. but still warm between twelve and three of the clock.

Oh.. one piece of very good news.. SHE spoke with The Wizard today, yes, Rob is back from Australia and they will probably finish mending and strenghtening Little Shed week after next.

I had a lazy day today, so it was very nice to have HER back earlier than usual.. I was surprised to hear HER key in door and the "hello" whistle.. had to stop doing whatever it was and fly down hall to welcome HER home.

Now.. jurst a few more beakfuls of Rye Bread and then I am going to settle down and watch a little bit of television.. 

Enjoy YOUR evenings, wherever YOU may be.

GeeGee Parrot.
September 27th, 2012.

BIG SURPRISE..

I would have bet a Reddy or two that SHE was going to have a Pizza.. but no, SHE went first to Dickinsons and bought two trays for £2.00 of Chicken bones and carcasses.. WE make our own stock and soups in this house, this week it is Chick-the-lick time.

Then off almost next door to Lubbley-Jubbley Fishmonger.. YOU got it!  Fresh Squiddley-Diddley comes in today.. he allows HER to pick through the tray, he is such a nice man and his 'boys' are too.

Theee bigger Squiddley for their ink and three much smaller ones, NO fat on Squid that is for sure!  But what is this.. fat slice of red meat.. not red meat? TUNA!  Oooh.. such a treat!

In basket were fresh Sorrel, Spinach and Perpetual Cabbage leaves, SHE had dug up a few carrots, an old Parsley.. not for it's leaves but for the root.. why, YOU will see later. SHE pulled a small Leek and had headed for home before it started to rain in earnest.

But SHE had had a very 'good' day.. The weed suppresant fabric had done the job on a tricky bed which always sprouted grass.. this time nothing had grown through and digging it over revealed very few roots of any size.

Suprisingly though, the rain has not gone very far down into the earth.  Even though it rained all of Sunday, most of Monday and all last night, four inches below the surface is still dry and dusty soil!  

SHE turned over five beds, planted seven rows of Garlic and will plant more tomorrow of a different variety, this variety that SHE will plant tomorrow is murch stronger.. it would kill vampires at ten paces!

SHE has to get rest of those onions in, Red and Yellow are already planted, now for the white. And SHE has to do a surface clip on the lavender bushes.. all of them!  That is a labour of lurve.. How many does SHE have? Probably about thirty! Long job.

Home.. sliced Tuna with Wasabi... look of delight on HER face was something to behold.. ME, No thanks, I will wait for Mister Squiddley..

Chicken carcasses into smaller of the two very large stock pans, plus all the root vegetables.. including ole Parsley Root!  Another ole and wrinkly Celeriac... lots of water, pepper, no salt.

Onto boil until WE go to bed and then again tomorrow. Bones do make best stock and delicious soup-da-a-loupa.. AND WE lurve it with Risottos, Bulgar Wheat or coarse Semolina.. 

What a thoroughly 'nice' day.. SHE chatted with 'the Birthday Gurl' aka Joanna, got lots of work done at garden, did food shopping, it appears SHE has put US onto a strict budget.. because of having to pay out money for Little Shed repairs.. there will be NO Pizzas.. only eating at home for three weeks!.. 

That is ok with ME.. For I don't get to go to Pizza place.. I lurve HER cooking.. luckily.

Off to wash up.. well.. watch HER load dishwasher and stir dem bones in de pot.. den it is bed times for US dollies.. I know, I know WE go to bed very, very early in this house.

SHE works EIGHT THOUSAND SQUARE FEET of garden, SHE is tired.  SHE is old to be scampering about like SHE does.. SHE is sixty two and still digging!

And as for ME.. it is dark, way past MY bed time.

GeeGee Parrot.
September 26th, 2012.

SAY IT LOUDLY SO SHE WILL WAKE UP.. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOANNA"

HEEHEE...do YOU think that Joanna heard US all?

Now YOU do not have to it this instant because Joanna lives in Dallas, Texas and that's six hours behind English time.. if YOU did it at three of the clock in the afternoon English time, that would be purfect as it would mean that she would get the message about nine of the clock in the morning.. 

And THAT would surely start Joanna's birthday off in a truly swell fashion!

I think collective thoughts are VERY powerful.. so I want ALL OF YOU to say "please make Joanna's nerve in her leg better" and then I want YOU ALL, YES all of YOU to sing, under YOUR breathe if YOU are reading this at work... 

"Happy birthday to YOU, happy birthday to YOU, happy birthday Dear Joanna, happy birthday to YOU"..

Now, didn't that make YOU laugh?  Don't YOU feel cuddly warm inside that YOU made someone smile today.. it is sometimes the littlest thing that will make someone happy.. I know this to be true.

And from US to YOU, "Joanna, have a very happy day Dear Gurl".

With lurve from HER and ME.

GeeGee Parrot.
September 26th, 2012.

IT IS GRIM OUTSIDE..

But in order to eat YOUR own Garlic, as WE do, YOU first have to plant it.. don't feel too sorry for HER as SHE was, afterall, brought up in depths of the country and knows how to stay dry and warm on these wet and windy days.. so dress for the day is a waxed jacket and waterproof trousers and SHE will be kneeling on a foam pad.

Granny-Jo is probably hot-footing it to Lubbly-Jubbly Fishmonger, she expressed urgent desire for Squiddley-Diddley so SHE sent back an email telling G-J where to find him in the North End Road, if she is clever she will stick her nose in equally Lubbly-Jubbley Butcher, Dickinsons, who sell exceedingly fine meat.

Never be put off by the, sometimes, long queque, there are lots of very helpful staff and everyone is served with charm AND speed!

And, as for ME.. it is far too wet and cold for ME to go to garden, I will stay at home and be snuggly warm all day.

On a day like this, I bet SHE comes home via best-pizza-in-town! For there is nothing like a good helping Chilli-Billi Oil to warm up a gardener!

PIZZA@HOME, on the Old Brompton Road, London SW5. It is almost opposite West Brompton Underground Station.. and it has a bus stop (bus # 74) right outside the door! Tell them that the Grubby Gardener sent YOU.. they will know exactly who YOU mean.

They are so sweet to HER.. they never make a face when SHE comes in covered in mud.. they greet HER with a smile and say "good day for digging?" as SHE disappears to wash HER face and hands.

With which SHE has to go and I am off to choose which of the comfy doors to perch on today... oh, the decisions that a small red bummed bird has to make.

Life, Dear Readers, does NOT get murch better than this!

GeeGee Parrot.
September 26th, 2012.

GOBBLE GOBBLE...

Fear not, Dear Readers, WE have not been invaded by a flock (?) of MY Turkey friends.. it will become clear at the end of the Post!

With a blue sky, itchy feet and Garlic to plant SHE headed for the garden.. to find that 'they'have been and cut back verges etc.. SHE would rather they installed a thief-proof gate but at least they are doing something!

SHE found little shed un-molested but still unpainted.. did SHE think little shed was going to do it?  So out with that wide paint brush and tub of timber paint and a good job was done.. SHE even painted little gate in fence.. now very chic!

Pulled off weed suppressant fabric and dug most of one of the long beds.. pulled out metres, not an exaggeration, of that wretched couch grass root and jurst as SHE was going to go over bed with wire rake.. a big black cloud opened and down came the rain!  

Ran for little shed.. so much easier to lock and unlock with the long key.. inside all was dry and snug.. thank goodness little shed got the new roofing felt in time. 

Rain rained for half an hour.. lovely to see it being 

absorbed by thirsty soil. WE are desperately sorry for those poor people who have been flooded out 

of their homes but down in the London area, WE
have had an incredibly dry time this summer and 

soil was like fine dry powder.

SHE looked at an Apple trees beside terrace.. oh drat! Someone had picked the Egremont Russets..

that is a great pity as they should not have been picked for at least another three to four weeks.. boring thieves. 

This made HER go around and pick all the apples, as whomever stole the Russets would be surely be back for all the rest.. ggrr.

Beside terrace is small Raspberry bed and here 
comes meaning of the Title..

These are all of the Autumn fruiting variety and there are, apparently, a few canes of GOLDEN 
Raspberries.. I have never seen let alone tasted one of these and "WHY NOT?".. I hear YOU all cry..

WELL.. here is why, Dear Readers, SHE sidles up to them and with a quick flick of a finger and "gobble gobble" they are gone! Sigh.. 

See how hard a life I have.. heehee...

GeeGee Parrot.
September 25th, 2012.

BROWN BREAD ICECREAM...

Good day to YOU all.. WE have a sky with blue bits.. a lot of fluffy white clouds are going somewhere in a hurry.. but it isn't raining!

So here in haste.. is the recipe for Brown Bread Icecream..

Very old so bear with ME.. still in ozs!

3 ozs of each of the following:
Wholemeal bread crumbs.
Soft Brown Sugar.
Icing Sugar.

3/4s of a pint of Double Cream.

1 large Egg White.

Gas mark 4 or 180 degrees.

Sprinkle breadcrumbs onto baking tray.
Cover these with sugar.
Toast in oven until crumbs are browned and sugar has melted.
Remove, allow to cool, then crush finely with rolling pin.
Whip double cream, add icing sugar and whip again.
Add crumb mixture.
Beat white of egg till very stiff.
Fold carefully into crumb and cream mixture.
Pour into pint sized container and freeze.

Take from freezer 20 minutes before you want to eat it.

If you like Crystallised Ginger, chop up a few pieces very finely and add to mix before you put in egg white.

Enjoy this with HER lurve.. 

SHE has a so-called sister-in-law in Paris.. the woman was very, very rude to HER once in front of Constance.. BIG mistake.

'The Concubine'.. as she was called by Hugo and Constance.. went to stay with Constance in Spain and Constance served a dish of this for lunch.. SHE had jurst being staying with Constance and had made a couple of the icecreams and put them into the freezer..

Rude woman.. expressed delight at eating such a delicious dish and asked Constance "what is this?".. Constance - who could be and 
WAS incredibly norty sometimes.. replied "I don't know.. it is one 
of .... secret recipes, SHE has never given me the recipe"..which was actually true, because SHE always made it for HER mother..

But YOU know it..

GeeGee Parrot.
September 25th, 2012.

Meanwhile... down in the chiller was waiting..

Do YOU remember who or what SHE bought on Saturday on the way back from Barnes Food Fair?  Full marks if YOU do.. 

Squiddley-Diddley. that's who! All cleaned and ready to go, he had been marinating in oil with chillies and garlic, fresh wet garlic, ooh, none of that dried up old stuff YOU find in shops.

And as BIG treat instead of Bulgar Wheat, SHE made a 'proper' Risotto with Carnoli Rice.

Now a lot of restaurants would never serve Squid in a Risotto because of the ink which does make Rice go a most peculiar colour but oh, Dear Reader.. if YOU have access to ole Squid and like a GOOD Risotto.. then go immediately, if not sooner, to YOUR own lubbly-jubbly Fishmonger and purchase some small Squid.

SHE also occasionally buys a larger one for the bigger tentacles that they have and, of course, the much bigger ink sacks.. but do not let YOUR fishmonger 'palm' YOU off with HUGE ones.. they are too big and not so tasty.

The smell was out of earthly YumYum HQ.. SHE had kitchen fan on and I am extremely surprised that WE did not have every man and his dog banging on front door asking to be fed.

I got given a fair dollop.. together with TWO whole slices of MY
favourite Rye and Sunflower Bread.. slurp-the-durp! It truly was a Smack chops and lick ole Beaky time.

Then SHE read emails that had come through.. Poor Joanna has done something to a very norty nurve in her leg and it is mighty 
sore and stops her sleeping.. ooooh, WE cannot imagine anything 
more evil-devil than NOT being able to sleep properly at night.

Then SHE got an email from Pegeen.. this new all singing and 
dancing, supposed to be better version of Blogger / Blogspot is a pain.. I will not say where it hurts but it is really mad what they 
have done to the controls which YOU have to pass if YOU want to leave a comment..

Grrrrr.. SHE has had this whilst trying to leave comments on 
Joanna's Blog 'La Vie en Rose' and on Debbie's Goaty Blog called 'Ellie's Dairy'.. SHE left comments, went through all those silly 
hoops, then Comments were never posted on either site, grr!

Pegeen has been making Eggplant Parmigiana... oooh, WHAT IS
THAT? I know that SHE has never made that for ME! Pegeen was given two beautiful Eggplants and made one dish for her and another dish for the Pastor's wife who had been in hospital.. WE like to hear of things like this.. 

Constance was an extremely fine cook.. and when SHE had a 
vegetable garden, would do lots of cooking for people who did not 
have access to such delicious fresh vegetables.. people being given something edibubble that a friend has made with lurve. 

WE know WE do, that is for sure! Susan, HER most belurved 
Danish friend, NEVER let's HER go out of her sight without putting a packet of her most scummydumptious Danish Cookies 
into HER basket or hand.. 

Tomorrow is Tuesday.. fresh fish at Mister Fishmonger.. A little 
Sea Bream perhaps? Jurst delicious, pan fried gently for about 
four minutes either side.

But now.. it is bed time for these two dollies.. WE are sleepy, there was a quick and extreme change in the weather and WE now are in or rather under a big depression which has come up from The Bay of Biscay.. lots of rain and wind.

Do not fear.. WE will be back tomorrow with Tales of delicious YumYum.. do YOU know how to make Brown Bread Ice Cream and NO.. YOU do not need an Ice Cream maker?  

SHE gave the recipe to Leigh today and will write it for YOU tomorrow.

Sleep well, Dear Readers, whereverYOU may be.

GeeGee Parrot.
September 24th, 2012.