Hello Dear Readers. Having said to Debbie, aka Goaty Mum of Ellie's Dairy, that SHE would be at the Marylebone Farmer's Market and not wanting to miss the diced Kid meat, off SHE went by bus.
The weather was far too unpleasant to ask old wheelie to trundle across Hyde Park and all the way up to Marylebone High Street, he is very old and needs a little bit of tender loving care.
So SHE donned multiple layers of clothing, one being a Swedish woollen parka with a hood, so HER ears and throat would be warm. These are HER weak spots, which dates from childhood days when the medical establishment argued back and forth over the removal of HER tonsils and adenoids.. would they, would they not.. the end result being permanent and extensive damage to HER ears, nose and throat.
And set off in the dismal, driving, blustery rain, a lovely red number 137 bus took HER almost all of the way, a wiggly walk through to the back of Cavendish Square and the little streets brought HER to the big street.. but where was that market?
There came towards HER a woman walking with a purposeful gait and carrying a basket, "excuse ME, are YOU heading for the farmer's market" she asked the nice smiley woman who replied "come with me".
Which saved the day.. For all the kiddly-diddly meat had been sold, except, for one bag, HER bag,
kindly kept by Goaty Mum because SHE had said "yes, I am coming". SHE was glad that SHE had.
A zoom in and out of a paper shop, a very quick trot down onto Oxford Street and a 137 bus came along in no time. SHE considers that the city's transport system (most of the time) is beyond brilliant.
Have YOU ever looked at how far the buses and tubes take YOU beyond central London? It is quite staggering, SHE goes to stay with friends in Epping.. by underground! Which, of course, goes overground for the section when it leaves the city proper.
Or if YOU are going to Stansted Airport, go to Tottenham Hale by underground and catch the train there, YOU don't have to go all the way to Liverpool Street Mainline Station.
Not this week but the week after, SHE is going to a strangely named place called Barking! There is a wonderful property out there which SHE has made a promise to HERSELF that SHE will go to.. this will be a serious jaunt as SHE intends to take a little snacket in the basket.
Next week, WE have all manner of exciting things happening! Monday, tomorrow, is home cleaning day, SHE used the dining table as a desk over the Christmas holidays, I regret to sneak on HER to YOU but it is still lying about, so zoom, back into the relevant baskets have to go cards, ribbons etc.
Tidy and dust.. the rest of the place is ok. Why the work, well, WE have a guest coming for lunch on Wednesday and as SHE is busy on Tuesday, SHE does not want to have to be doing house work on the morning before the guest arrives at thirty minutes past midday.
Yes, I know it is a strange time to have lunch at home but they are off on a major jaunt! To see The Georgians Exhibition at The British Library.
Now to the strange title of this post.. whilst talking to Debbie this morning, she said that half an hour after WE, in London, had experienced that very scary electrical storm, it hit Noth Kent.
Here, it was Karen's baby grand-daughter who, by feeling that change in the air pressure, became unhappy and very, very grizzly.
With that BANG of lightening, the Goaty folk shot to the back of their barn and within a short space of time, the thunder roared and the rain started.
Clever baby and clever goaty folk. Debbie says that they all behave 'badly' when the weather is like this, they fight and head butt each other! So she watches out for butting Billies and Girlies and keeps the rain jacket by the door!
ME? I am very happy that SHE is back, I had a peak in basket and saw very edibubble things! A celeriac and some greens, I lurve all types of greens, especially little Brussel sprouts, it is funny the way they try to escape old Beaky by rolling off the work surface.
No rolling about now, SHE is heading to YumYum HQ and I must go too.. flapflap Dear Readers, WE will be back tomorrow.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 26th, 2014.
The weather was far too unpleasant to ask old wheelie to trundle across Hyde Park and all the way up to Marylebone High Street, he is very old and needs a little bit of tender loving care.
So SHE donned multiple layers of clothing, one being a Swedish woollen parka with a hood, so HER ears and throat would be warm. These are HER weak spots, which dates from childhood days when the medical establishment argued back and forth over the removal of HER tonsils and adenoids.. would they, would they not.. the end result being permanent and extensive damage to HER ears, nose and throat.
And set off in the dismal, driving, blustery rain, a lovely red number 137 bus took HER almost all of the way, a wiggly walk through to the back of Cavendish Square and the little streets brought HER to the big street.. but where was that market?
There came towards HER a woman walking with a purposeful gait and carrying a basket, "excuse ME, are YOU heading for the farmer's market" she asked the nice smiley woman who replied "come with me".
Which saved the day.. For all the kiddly-diddly meat had been sold, except, for one bag, HER bag,
kindly kept by Goaty Mum because SHE had said "yes, I am coming". SHE was glad that SHE had.
A zoom in and out of a paper shop, a very quick trot down onto Oxford Street and a 137 bus came along in no time. SHE considers that the city's transport system (most of the time) is beyond brilliant.
Have YOU ever looked at how far the buses and tubes take YOU beyond central London? It is quite staggering, SHE goes to stay with friends in Epping.. by underground! Which, of course, goes overground for the section when it leaves the city proper.
Or if YOU are going to Stansted Airport, go to Tottenham Hale by underground and catch the train there, YOU don't have to go all the way to Liverpool Street Mainline Station.
Not this week but the week after, SHE is going to a strangely named place called Barking! There is a wonderful property out there which SHE has made a promise to HERSELF that SHE will go to.. this will be a serious jaunt as SHE intends to take a little snacket in the basket.
Next week, WE have all manner of exciting things happening! Monday, tomorrow, is home cleaning day, SHE used the dining table as a desk over the Christmas holidays, I regret to sneak on HER to YOU but it is still lying about, so zoom, back into the relevant baskets have to go cards, ribbons etc.
Tidy and dust.. the rest of the place is ok. Why the work, well, WE have a guest coming for lunch on Wednesday and as SHE is busy on Tuesday, SHE does not want to have to be doing house work on the morning before the guest arrives at thirty minutes past midday.
Yes, I know it is a strange time to have lunch at home but they are off on a major jaunt! To see The Georgians Exhibition at The British Library.
Now to the strange title of this post.. whilst talking to Debbie this morning, she said that half an hour after WE, in London, had experienced that very scary electrical storm, it hit Noth Kent.
Here, it was Karen's baby grand-daughter who, by feeling that change in the air pressure, became unhappy and very, very grizzly.
With that BANG of lightening, the Goaty folk shot to the back of their barn and within a short space of time, the thunder roared and the rain started.
Clever baby and clever goaty folk. Debbie says that they all behave 'badly' when the weather is like this, they fight and head butt each other! So she watches out for butting Billies and Girlies and keeps the rain jacket by the door!
ME? I am very happy that SHE is back, I had a peak in basket and saw very edibubble things! A celeriac and some greens, I lurve all types of greens, especially little Brussel sprouts, it is funny the way they try to escape old Beaky by rolling off the work surface.
No rolling about now, SHE is heading to YumYum HQ and I must go too.. flapflap Dear Readers, WE will be back tomorrow.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 26th, 2014.
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