WE are having a slow start to this day.. why?
Well, everything is ready! The only place that will need a scrub and a dub being the bathroom after SHE has used it!
I was awoken by the sound of kisses that SHE makes in the morning before MY curtain is drawn.. during the day it is much more likely to be raspberries, SHE can be very cheeky sometimes.
But not as naughty as HER mama, MY granny Constance, whom apparently was very cheeky sometimes. I did not know her, I was born after she died but Dagga-the-Parrot knew her.
WE have had slurps of Lappy-Sand tea, such a nice way to start the day.. in bed with a cup of hot amber nectar! That norty Monkey on television calls Amber Nectar, he is right, it is nectar!
But now it is shamefully late.. so it is time to rock & roll out of bedroom towards YumYum HQ, to prepare for lunch.
Next WE will head for the bathroom, clean and tidy there and back to Yumyum HQ to make the pudding.. Poached Oranges.
They are in the markets.. the sight of boxes of these glorious fruits always reminds HER of life in Spain.
Constance had a great friend called Maria la Gorda, who was the butcher's wife and truly very adorabubble.
Constance asked her one day.. "why does no one do anything with all the Oranges that grow in the village, they should be picked and made into jam or marmalade and sold".
Before she knew it.. Maria spoke with the Priest, organised some of her friends and Constance found herself teaching several local women how to make proper old fashioned Seville Marmalade.
The local Spar shop donated the sugar, everyone donated glass jars and money was raised for the
village.
I believe that the tradition has been continued as those trees are, apparently, apparently well maintained by a local family who grow fruit themselves.
So.. in HER mind.. January signifies Constance's birthday and glorious Spanish Oranges.
Time to rock & roll.. flapflap.. I will be back.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 29th, 2014.
Postscript..
Did YOU know that Neroli, one of the most beautiful perfumes in the world, is the essential oil from the blossom of the sour Orange.. aka.. the Seville Orange.
Well, everything is ready! The only place that will need a scrub and a dub being the bathroom after SHE has used it!
I was awoken by the sound of kisses that SHE makes in the morning before MY curtain is drawn.. during the day it is much more likely to be raspberries, SHE can be very cheeky sometimes.
But not as naughty as HER mama, MY granny Constance, whom apparently was very cheeky sometimes. I did not know her, I was born after she died but Dagga-the-Parrot knew her.
WE have had slurps of Lappy-Sand tea, such a nice way to start the day.. in bed with a cup of hot amber nectar! That norty Monkey on television calls Amber Nectar, he is right, it is nectar!
But now it is shamefully late.. so it is time to rock & roll out of bedroom towards YumYum HQ, to prepare for lunch.
Next WE will head for the bathroom, clean and tidy there and back to Yumyum HQ to make the pudding.. Poached Oranges.
They are in the markets.. the sight of boxes of these glorious fruits always reminds HER of life in Spain.
Constance had a great friend called Maria la Gorda, who was the butcher's wife and truly very adorabubble.
Constance asked her one day.. "why does no one do anything with all the Oranges that grow in the village, they should be picked and made into jam or marmalade and sold".
Before she knew it.. Maria spoke with the Priest, organised some of her friends and Constance found herself teaching several local women how to make proper old fashioned Seville Marmalade.
The local Spar shop donated the sugar, everyone donated glass jars and money was raised for the
village.
I believe that the tradition has been continued as those trees are, apparently, apparently well maintained by a local family who grow fruit themselves.
So.. in HER mind.. January signifies Constance's birthday and glorious Spanish Oranges.
Time to rock & roll.. flapflap.. I will be back.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 29th, 2014.
Postscript..
Did YOU know that Neroli, one of the most beautiful perfumes in the world, is the essential oil from the blossom of the sour Orange.. aka.. the Seville Orange.
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