To be sure, there's something not quite right with my lass, for she declined a second tub of those hot dumplings! Surely, they should come with a warning.. it should read somethin' like this.. Heineken may reach the bits of you that other beers don't touch but it won't blow your sinuses out, that's for sure!
Her eyes watered, her noses had to be blown.. several times.. and she damn nearly choked! Ah, for to be sure, t'was Sunday at Marylebone Market!
It was sunny when she woke up this morning and stuck her nose out of the front door, bright and crisp However, just as she was about to leave for the market, she received a message from Goaty mum. it read "dress warmly, very cold here".. oh-fiddle-the-diddle.. will it ever get warm?
So on went a fleece jacket (over two sweaters), then her Donkey jacket, boots and socks instead of shoes and off she waddled.. forgetting WW.. this was very silly because he was full of books that she was supposed to be going to change at the Library.
Plans, if you live with a person like me, can change just like that.. snap.. and a lot of her plan for yesterday did go snap. She didn't do half of the plan but she did get the bed sheets changed, she did laundry, she did scrub-a-dub YumYum HQ, she did paper work, she did speak to Susan. But she didn't get to the Library, so she'll have to go now.
But she is strangely tired, it comes upon her in a sly, sneaky fashions, one minute she feels ok, then she feels as if her 'stuffing' has come out, me, I think she's anaemic. Her Gastro guy certainly thinks she is, he took one look at her white face and sent her off to have a blood test. I think she could do with some sunshine, not this mickey-mouse stuff we have here but proper sunshine.
As a child she was born and lived, for the first three and a half years of her life, in the tropics and this cold weather lark with these gloomy, grey skies is not really what suits her. Che sera sera, this is her (and my) 'lot' at the moment, we have to do what we girls can. And one of those things should be, to concentrate fully on what she is 'sposed to be a'doin..
For what is the point of PROOF READING, if you don't read it! DUH.. The beautifl cards were done by Cousin Bruce but have a letter missing out of the email address, who's to blame.. nobody except.. MISS MUGGINGS.. aka.. HERSELF!
OH-FIDDLE-THE-DIDDLE was not the expression, she said when she realised what she had done! Grrr, wasn't it either, although she did grind her teeth in a somewhat savage fashion.
However, my next post will be about a most unusual thing that grew on a Welsh allotment, nope, you will have to wait, she's got those books to change and I've got a new juicy carrot to beakybeak, so go and make yourself a pot of tea and come back later.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 22nd, 2015.
Her eyes watered, her noses had to be blown.. several times.. and she damn nearly choked! Ah, for to be sure, t'was Sunday at Marylebone Market!
It was sunny when she woke up this morning and stuck her nose out of the front door, bright and crisp However, just as she was about to leave for the market, she received a message from Goaty mum. it read "dress warmly, very cold here".. oh-fiddle-the-diddle.. will it ever get warm?
So on went a fleece jacket (over two sweaters), then her Donkey jacket, boots and socks instead of shoes and off she waddled.. forgetting WW.. this was very silly because he was full of books that she was supposed to be going to change at the Library.
Plans, if you live with a person like me, can change just like that.. snap.. and a lot of her plan for yesterday did go snap. She didn't do half of the plan but she did get the bed sheets changed, she did laundry, she did scrub-a-dub YumYum HQ, she did paper work, she did speak to Susan. But she didn't get to the Library, so she'll have to go now.
But she is strangely tired, it comes upon her in a sly, sneaky fashions, one minute she feels ok, then she feels as if her 'stuffing' has come out, me, I think she's anaemic. Her Gastro guy certainly thinks she is, he took one look at her white face and sent her off to have a blood test. I think she could do with some sunshine, not this mickey-mouse stuff we have here but proper sunshine.
As a child she was born and lived, for the first three and a half years of her life, in the tropics and this cold weather lark with these gloomy, grey skies is not really what suits her. Che sera sera, this is her (and my) 'lot' at the moment, we have to do what we girls can. And one of those things should be, to concentrate fully on what she is 'sposed to be a'doin..
For what is the point of PROOF READING, if you don't read it! DUH.. The beautifl cards were done by Cousin Bruce but have a letter missing out of the email address, who's to blame.. nobody except.. MISS MUGGINGS.. aka.. HERSELF!
OH-FIDDLE-THE-DIDDLE was not the expression, she said when she realised what she had done! Grrr, wasn't it either, although she did grind her teeth in a somewhat savage fashion.
However, my next post will be about a most unusual thing that grew on a Welsh allotment, nope, you will have to wait, she's got those books to change and I've got a new juicy carrot to beakybeak, so go and make yourself a pot of tea and come back later.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 22nd, 2015.
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