Oh.. HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN.. Oh, Dear Readers.. I have such Tales to tell YOU!
Where to begin? I suppose the beginning is always best place to start.. so I'll back YOU up to last night.
For last night SHE went out to supper with some of the other volunteers from Trinity to say "Farewell" to Lee-Anne who is going home to Adelaide.. it was a bitterly cold night.. so the cute brown wig, the colour of which matches HER eyebrows, was slapped on HER head and out SHE went!
To be greeted with very positive remarks on HER new hair style and then much laughter when they realised it was a wig!
This morning SHE awoke and thought, as YOU do (sometimes) when your iPad is registering Zero degrees, I am SO bored with MY hair, picked up telephone and called Chris @ Smile. Such a FABULOUS hairdresser.. brilliant with colour and a master with the scissors, they are old friends for Chris has been cutting HER hair for OVER twenty years now and has never let HER down when they decide to 'do' something completely different!
An appointment at 12.30pm was fixed and off SHE went.. to emerge three hours later.. looking at least TWENTY years younger! WOW, it gave ME quite a shock as I knew wig was on the bed!
Now to the funny bit.. SHE had forgotten something at the Trinity shop, so hopped on a bus and went down to collect it.. in SHE went, greeted the Friday team, all of whom had been at supper last night and had seen the wig.. so no-one said a word, they thought SHE was wearing it again!
There will be a lot of laughter next week when they all realise that 'the wig' is actually HER own hair!
Next up.. Title of today's Post!
When YOU enter any shop on the continent.. it is simply 'good manners' to greet the butcher, baker etc, etc.. and SHE always does it here in England, good manners, SHE thinks are 'good' anywhere.
Today is Friday.. and the market is on the way home from Trinity.. so with a quick hop and a skip to the right, SHE has HER beloved Dickinson's, the Butcher and almost next door is HER equally beloved Fishmonger.
Whilst waiting to be served.. a quick look in the window to see what was on 'special'.. revealed.. ooh, look. A particularly delicious cut of meat particular to France.. this is a very clever move to attract foreign customers by offering them familiar cuts.. BAVETTE.
Suddenly.. SHE was transported back in time to 1969, to St.Tropez and SHE was aged 19! Les Filles, as the Villa girls were called, were given their lodging and gas for their Mobylettes but they were paid very little.. 60 francs a week.. but money was not important! They were young and didn't need much money.. and everyone knew les filles.. restaurants fed them for free.. there was always an extra onion, sardine or apple in the market bag.. and for a hugely SPECIAL TREAT.. there was a trip to the lovely Butcher for "Bon jour Madame, 250 grammes de Bavette, s'il vous plait".
WE have just eaten some.. oooh, I have never had that cut of meat before, it was truly and absolute scrummydumptious! SHE remembered how SHE used to cook it.. very simply..
What a great day.. SHE 'lost' twenty years off HER face and 'found' Bavette which SHE hasn't eaten for FORTY FOUR YEARS!
Tomorrow SHE is going to make Ecuadorian Prawn Ceviche. Could life be more perfect? Oh, that Chilly-Billy can do his worst. WE have serious stuff to do in YumYum HQ and hope YOU do too?
Slurp..
GeeGee Parrot.
February 22nd, 2013.
Where to begin? I suppose the beginning is always best place to start.. so I'll back YOU up to last night.
For last night SHE went out to supper with some of the other volunteers from Trinity to say "Farewell" to Lee-Anne who is going home to Adelaide.. it was a bitterly cold night.. so the cute brown wig, the colour of which matches HER eyebrows, was slapped on HER head and out SHE went!
To be greeted with very positive remarks on HER new hair style and then much laughter when they realised it was a wig!
This morning SHE awoke and thought, as YOU do (sometimes) when your iPad is registering Zero degrees, I am SO bored with MY hair, picked up telephone and called Chris @ Smile. Such a FABULOUS hairdresser.. brilliant with colour and a master with the scissors, they are old friends for Chris has been cutting HER hair for OVER twenty years now and has never let HER down when they decide to 'do' something completely different!
An appointment at 12.30pm was fixed and off SHE went.. to emerge three hours later.. looking at least TWENTY years younger! WOW, it gave ME quite a shock as I knew wig was on the bed!
Now to the funny bit.. SHE had forgotten something at the Trinity shop, so hopped on a bus and went down to collect it.. in SHE went, greeted the Friday team, all of whom had been at supper last night and had seen the wig.. so no-one said a word, they thought SHE was wearing it again!
There will be a lot of laughter next week when they all realise that 'the wig' is actually HER own hair!
Next up.. Title of today's Post!
When YOU enter any shop on the continent.. it is simply 'good manners' to greet the butcher, baker etc, etc.. and SHE always does it here in England, good manners, SHE thinks are 'good' anywhere.
Today is Friday.. and the market is on the way home from Trinity.. so with a quick hop and a skip to the right, SHE has HER beloved Dickinson's, the Butcher and almost next door is HER equally beloved Fishmonger.
Whilst waiting to be served.. a quick look in the window to see what was on 'special'.. revealed.. ooh, look. A particularly delicious cut of meat particular to France.. this is a very clever move to attract foreign customers by offering them familiar cuts.. BAVETTE.
Suddenly.. SHE was transported back in time to 1969, to St.Tropez and SHE was aged 19! Les Filles, as the Villa girls were called, were given their lodging and gas for their Mobylettes but they were paid very little.. 60 francs a week.. but money was not important! They were young and didn't need much money.. and everyone knew les filles.. restaurants fed them for free.. there was always an extra onion, sardine or apple in the market bag.. and for a hugely SPECIAL TREAT.. there was a trip to the lovely Butcher for "Bon jour Madame, 250 grammes de Bavette, s'il vous plait".
WE have just eaten some.. oooh, I have never had that cut of meat before, it was truly and absolute scrummydumptious! SHE remembered how SHE used to cook it.. very simply..
What a great day.. SHE 'lost' twenty years off HER face and 'found' Bavette which SHE hasn't eaten for FORTY FOUR YEARS!
Tomorrow SHE is going to make Ecuadorian Prawn Ceviche. Could life be more perfect? Oh, that Chilly-Billy can do his worst. WE have serious stuff to do in YumYum HQ and hope YOU do too?
Slurp..
GeeGee Parrot.
February 22nd, 2013.
Bavette means "bib". Ol JJ says that it is a very tendre cut of beef. I'll have to find it somewhere & you must send me moi the recipe. Joanna is going to attempt to cook a (succulent) brisket marinated with a cardamon rub for the gang coming in on Sunday for lunch. GeeGee, you inspire me!
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