Hohoho.. yesterday was Sunday.. nothing scary was happening so we snuggled back under our quilt with a mug of LapySang tea. Then she slid out of bed, washed and dressed in cold weather gear, for those evil brass monkey easterly winds are back with us.. brrr.
Hat, gloves, tights, socks, thick woolen coat ~ about which there is an old charmingly silly tale ~ and boots.. yes folks.. she's back into boots. How depressing it was to have to get them back out of the winter clothing cupboard. We had scrummy yumyum.. I have rediscovered my love of Cashew nuts.. so crunchy.
Never mind about the wind or rain, some due back library books were put into a waterproof bag and then popped into WW, together with two presents for Debbie, a big thermos of hot food and an old Olive Wood platter, keys, buspass, kiss on Beaky and off she went to the Farmer's Market at Parson's Green.
To find a busy Goaty stall! This is what we like to see.. people buying lots of goodly food brought to you by the growers and makers. YumYum, next door was the young baker who had loved her cheese, herb biscuits made with spelt flour. He greeted her with a seriously delicious doughnut, slurp.
And.. wow.. from Debbie, a pair of the Polish hot boots! Size 39 are actually too big but with their very thick, removeable, felt liners and thick woollen socks they will be great. Nice and long so her trousers won't get grubby or muddy and with a proper ridge at the back to facilitate easy removal.. a present! Much appreciated..
Back home via the library.. books in and books out.. pouring with rain.. and chilly-billy.. ugh.
Into bed for a couple of hours doze.. I dozed too, for it is very cosy resting on her upper arm snug as two bugs under the quilt.
Up at six of the after noon clock, wash, dress, Granny Jo came to collect her at seven. I look very bedraggled as have started my moult, never mind she told me, Granny Jo won't mind.. sure enough, she didn't.
Off out they went, to Orsini's, which is opposite the V&A museum. Oh dear, don't ever bother going there folks. It used to be such a cosy family, nicely run place to eat. Now Antonella is seldom there, her dad is unwell and so he is never there, the young staff are incredibly slack and unprofessional. Half the menu was not available with NO fish dishes! The music was far too loud and it took over forty minutes to produce a plate of pasta!
But the exhibition of McQueen's work at the V&A was spectacular! You might not like his fashion but the level of expertise in the execution of his designs.. you cannot fault. The fabric details are beyond marvellous. The skirt of clam shells.. the feathers.. the red taffeta coat.. the actually making of these clothes.. all brilliant!
They marvelled and gawped at the clothes and especially the shoes.. bizarre is not strong enough an expression.. weird.. go and see for yourselves.
We will have some lovely news to give you when she has the actual dates.. The two of them chatted non-stop, then G-J dropped my mum home and we went to bed. What a happy day.. chilly-billy but happy. Take the rough with the smooth and walk on the sunny side of the street kids!
PipPip.. way past my bed time.. she's got to write to Rosamund in Australia, who has sold her house and now has to pack, sell or donate the contents before shipping everything back to Germany.
Goodnight to you all.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 16th, 2015.
PostScript.. It is Guinness Day tomorrow! Aka St.Patrick's Day.
I hope the Regiment doesn't give 'her' sherry again.. because Guinness is GOOD for you!
Hat, gloves, tights, socks, thick woolen coat ~ about which there is an old charmingly silly tale ~ and boots.. yes folks.. she's back into boots. How depressing it was to have to get them back out of the winter clothing cupboard. We had scrummy yumyum.. I have rediscovered my love of Cashew nuts.. so crunchy.
Never mind about the wind or rain, some due back library books were put into a waterproof bag and then popped into WW, together with two presents for Debbie, a big thermos of hot food and an old Olive Wood platter, keys, buspass, kiss on Beaky and off she went to the Farmer's Market at Parson's Green.
To find a busy Goaty stall! This is what we like to see.. people buying lots of goodly food brought to you by the growers and makers. YumYum, next door was the young baker who had loved her cheese, herb biscuits made with spelt flour. He greeted her with a seriously delicious doughnut, slurp.
And.. wow.. from Debbie, a pair of the Polish hot boots! Size 39 are actually too big but with their very thick, removeable, felt liners and thick woollen socks they will be great. Nice and long so her trousers won't get grubby or muddy and with a proper ridge at the back to facilitate easy removal.. a present! Much appreciated..
Back home via the library.. books in and books out.. pouring with rain.. and chilly-billy.. ugh.
Into bed for a couple of hours doze.. I dozed too, for it is very cosy resting on her upper arm snug as two bugs under the quilt.
Up at six of the after noon clock, wash, dress, Granny Jo came to collect her at seven. I look very bedraggled as have started my moult, never mind she told me, Granny Jo won't mind.. sure enough, she didn't.
Off out they went, to Orsini's, which is opposite the V&A museum. Oh dear, don't ever bother going there folks. It used to be such a cosy family, nicely run place to eat. Now Antonella is seldom there, her dad is unwell and so he is never there, the young staff are incredibly slack and unprofessional. Half the menu was not available with NO fish dishes! The music was far too loud and it took over forty minutes to produce a plate of pasta!
But the exhibition of McQueen's work at the V&A was spectacular! You might not like his fashion but the level of expertise in the execution of his designs.. you cannot fault. The fabric details are beyond marvellous. The skirt of clam shells.. the feathers.. the red taffeta coat.. the actually making of these clothes.. all brilliant!
They marvelled and gawped at the clothes and especially the shoes.. bizarre is not strong enough an expression.. weird.. go and see for yourselves.
We will have some lovely news to give you when she has the actual dates.. The two of them chatted non-stop, then G-J dropped my mum home and we went to bed. What a happy day.. chilly-billy but happy. Take the rough with the smooth and walk on the sunny side of the street kids!
PipPip.. way past my bed time.. she's got to write to Rosamund in Australia, who has sold her house and now has to pack, sell or donate the contents before shipping everything back to Germany.
Goodnight to you all.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 16th, 2015.
PostScript.. It is Guinness Day tomorrow! Aka St.Patrick's Day.
I hope the Regiment doesn't give 'her' sherry again.. because Guinness is GOOD for you!
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