Dear Reader.. does YOUR beloved stick in their toes and do what they want to do sometimes?
SHE is 'delaying' doing Part Two of 'Air Travels '97'.. SHE jurst flaps
aka waves a hand at ME and says "Yes yes", which fools none of US because WE know it means "No no".. but.. hey, what's a small redbum gurl supposed to do?
SHE had to pay a Library fine.. SHE lost HER books, I kept telling HER "look in Ole Wicker, YOU were supposed to take them back on Monday and YOU put them in there".. no no.. SHE kept scurrying around looking in all wrong places.. until I landed on Ole Wicker and as I have NEVER done that before.. SHE twigged.. finally.. Ooh, it IS hard work sometimes..
Anyway.. Off SHE went to Library and paid the fine, caught a bus to Homebase in search of Onions to plant.. not an Onion in sight.. most strange, went to Hammersmith and was waiting for a 190 little bus to go to garden when along came a 267 big bus going to Squires.. a HUGE garden centre the other side of Twickenham.
On SHE hopped and oh, MY goodness ME, it took 'forever' going through Brentford, past the house where Van Gogh lived when he stayed in England, YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT.. yes, indeed he was here.. then past the side wall of Syon Park.
Her Grace, the Duchess of Northumberland, should tell their land agent to pay attention to that wall, it is not in good 'nick' and if she can afford and is prepared to spend MILLIONS of Pounds on her other properties, she should throw a few thousand at Syon and get that wretched ivy off the wall.. everyone knows ivy is a disaster on brick walls.
They went through Fulwell, Twickenham, SHE had NO idea it was as big but eventually there SHE was.. at the last stop.. and across the road was the side entrance to Squires.. lots of different varities of Onions.. so 100 of each went into basket, along with a magazine.. BIG treat! Yes, WE eat LOTS of Onions in this house) and back on the bus to come back.
Needed some cash so got off bus off behind Lyric Square and walked through to HER bank on King Street.. only for HER nostrils to be assaulted / bewitched / bedazzled.. YOU get the idea?
OH.. MOLEY HOLEY..
There was a HOT FOOD MARKET all over the Square.. oooh... good thing it was before the Bank as SHE had precisely 24 pence in HER pocket..
SHE sniffed HER way around the stalls.. ooh, such deliciously enviting smells! One smiley woman replied "Yes, it is always here on a Thursday".. Pulled Pork, Paella, Vietnamese, Thai.. well, WE know where SHE will be sidling off to next Thursday lunch time with some pennies in HER pocket, don't WE!
Home clutching a £10.00 note via lubbly-jubbly fishmonger.. SHE is being very good at jurst eating fish, fruit and vegetables.. it has stopped the reflux completely.. sadly it comes back with a vengence if SHE has a morsel of dairy.. sigh.. and NO red meat.. that is a blow, WE like OUR Rump Steak very much and also Duck Breast but for now, they are not on OUR menu.
Hot water with a slice of Lemon in the morning is NOT the same as a very large mug of frothy hot Ellie's Goaty Milk with Expresso coffee from HER Nespresso machine in it.. bigger sighs, yes, two sighs.
Now it is time for ME to persuade HER to rustle a pan in YumYum HQ.. for it is supper cooking time.. yes, unless there is outside evening entertainment on the book, WE eat very early in this joint.. early to bed, early to rise.. NO wrinkles on OUR faces from gadding about too late..
I know lots of YOU want to know what Casey had lined up for her 60th bash in the new apartment in New York.. and what was SHE doing down in Texas.. but I am afraid.. I can only try.. sometimes I KNOW SHE pretends to be deafer than SHE really is.. I mutter things under MY breath only to catch HER looking at ME with a very sharp eye.
Off I flap, adieu Dear Reader.. until tomorrow.. play safe!
GeeGee Parrot.
September 13th, 2012.
SHE is 'delaying' doing Part Two of 'Air Travels '97'.. SHE jurst flaps
aka waves a hand at ME and says "Yes yes", which fools none of US because WE know it means "No no".. but.. hey, what's a small redbum gurl supposed to do?
SHE had to pay a Library fine.. SHE lost HER books, I kept telling HER "look in Ole Wicker, YOU were supposed to take them back on Monday and YOU put them in there".. no no.. SHE kept scurrying around looking in all wrong places.. until I landed on Ole Wicker and as I have NEVER done that before.. SHE twigged.. finally.. Ooh, it IS hard work sometimes..
Anyway.. Off SHE went to Library and paid the fine, caught a bus to Homebase in search of Onions to plant.. not an Onion in sight.. most strange, went to Hammersmith and was waiting for a 190 little bus to go to garden when along came a 267 big bus going to Squires.. a HUGE garden centre the other side of Twickenham.
On SHE hopped and oh, MY goodness ME, it took 'forever' going through Brentford, past the house where Van Gogh lived when he stayed in England, YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT.. yes, indeed he was here.. then past the side wall of Syon Park.
Her Grace, the Duchess of Northumberland, should tell their land agent to pay attention to that wall, it is not in good 'nick' and if she can afford and is prepared to spend MILLIONS of Pounds on her other properties, she should throw a few thousand at Syon and get that wretched ivy off the wall.. everyone knows ivy is a disaster on brick walls.
They went through Fulwell, Twickenham, SHE had NO idea it was as big but eventually there SHE was.. at the last stop.. and across the road was the side entrance to Squires.. lots of different varities of Onions.. so 100 of each went into basket, along with a magazine.. BIG treat! Yes, WE eat LOTS of Onions in this house) and back on the bus to come back.
Needed some cash so got off bus off behind Lyric Square and walked through to HER bank on King Street.. only for HER nostrils to be assaulted / bewitched / bedazzled.. YOU get the idea?
OH.. MOLEY HOLEY..
There was a HOT FOOD MARKET all over the Square.. oooh... good thing it was before the Bank as SHE had precisely 24 pence in HER pocket..
SHE sniffed HER way around the stalls.. ooh, such deliciously enviting smells! One smiley woman replied "Yes, it is always here on a Thursday".. Pulled Pork, Paella, Vietnamese, Thai.. well, WE know where SHE will be sidling off to next Thursday lunch time with some pennies in HER pocket, don't WE!
Home clutching a £10.00 note via lubbly-jubbly fishmonger.. SHE is being very good at jurst eating fish, fruit and vegetables.. it has stopped the reflux completely.. sadly it comes back with a vengence if SHE has a morsel of dairy.. sigh.. and NO red meat.. that is a blow, WE like OUR Rump Steak very much and also Duck Breast but for now, they are not on OUR menu.
Hot water with a slice of Lemon in the morning is NOT the same as a very large mug of frothy hot Ellie's Goaty Milk with Expresso coffee from HER Nespresso machine in it.. bigger sighs, yes, two sighs.
Now it is time for ME to persuade HER to rustle a pan in YumYum HQ.. for it is supper cooking time.. yes, unless there is outside evening entertainment on the book, WE eat very early in this joint.. early to bed, early to rise.. NO wrinkles on OUR faces from gadding about too late..
I know lots of YOU want to know what Casey had lined up for her 60th bash in the new apartment in New York.. and what was SHE doing down in Texas.. but I am afraid.. I can only try.. sometimes I KNOW SHE pretends to be deafer than SHE really is.. I mutter things under MY breath only to catch HER looking at ME with a very sharp eye.
Off I flap, adieu Dear Reader.. until tomorrow.. play safe!
GeeGee Parrot.
September 13th, 2012.
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