Tootie Frootie! She's a streaky sandy beige blonde courtesy of Patrick, a colourist who is at L'Oreal doing a weeks intensive course under the eagle eyes of Sarah, L'Oreals senior colour specialist and he did as she asked and isolated her white streak in the front. Talk about chic!
So she had a morning of lolling about drinking hot chocolate and playing games on iPad.. it's alright for some, isn't it! I was left behind, much safer as they might have wanted to perm my tail or put some low lights around old Beaky!
Next up, was a trip to Dickinsons to purchase two packs of Bavette, such tender meat. One for us and one for Tereza upstairs, we don't know of any other butcher who sells this cut, maybe Harrods still do but at an arm and a leg more per kilo than what she pays, that's for sure!
In the old days, before Fayed and the Qataris bought Harrods, the price of all the food was extremely sensible, the old management looked upon it as a way to get people in to the store, plus all of the Food Buyers were absolutely the best people that money could employ! Now, the prices are simply ridiculous and the choice is much smaller.
She has to change books at the Library as there aren't any new thrillers resting on the bedside table for her bed time reading and she must collect a package of herbal stuff from MailBoxEtc.
Chilly today.. brrrr.. it's now brighter but it was very overcast with stormy looking clouds when she was coming home at four of the afternoon clock, the stall holders on the market all had coats on, she went looking for globe artichokes, there were none to be had and she's not paying those silly shop prices for them, however good they may be!
We love them.. she eats them with a (very) garlicy homemade thick mayonaise and I eat them with no sauce. Slurp. Ours are not yet ready to pick, they need another week or so, they are a remarkable looking plant and she has plans to turn over one of the big long beds into an artichoke bed.
She has to go.. so I am off.. for she has to communicate with Debbie about an order of Goaty milk that she's taking delivery for another customer, so tomorrow afternoon I will be back to report upon her jaunt up to Dollis Hill to 'see a man about a dog', this is an old English expression, we're not adopting a dog, well, not that I know about!
Tootie Toot to you all..
GeeGee Parrot.
June 9th, 2015.
PostScript: Aka our last Frost date.. will it be later this year, we wonder?
So she had a morning of lolling about drinking hot chocolate and playing games on iPad.. it's alright for some, isn't it! I was left behind, much safer as they might have wanted to perm my tail or put some low lights around old Beaky!
Next up, was a trip to Dickinsons to purchase two packs of Bavette, such tender meat. One for us and one for Tereza upstairs, we don't know of any other butcher who sells this cut, maybe Harrods still do but at an arm and a leg more per kilo than what she pays, that's for sure!
In the old days, before Fayed and the Qataris bought Harrods, the price of all the food was extremely sensible, the old management looked upon it as a way to get people in to the store, plus all of the Food Buyers were absolutely the best people that money could employ! Now, the prices are simply ridiculous and the choice is much smaller.
She has to change books at the Library as there aren't any new thrillers resting on the bedside table for her bed time reading and she must collect a package of herbal stuff from MailBoxEtc.
Chilly today.. brrrr.. it's now brighter but it was very overcast with stormy looking clouds when she was coming home at four of the afternoon clock, the stall holders on the market all had coats on, she went looking for globe artichokes, there were none to be had and she's not paying those silly shop prices for them, however good they may be!
We love them.. she eats them with a (very) garlicy homemade thick mayonaise and I eat them with no sauce. Slurp. Ours are not yet ready to pick, they need another week or so, they are a remarkable looking plant and she has plans to turn over one of the big long beds into an artichoke bed.
She has to go.. so I am off.. for she has to communicate with Debbie about an order of Goaty milk that she's taking delivery for another customer, so tomorrow afternoon I will be back to report upon her jaunt up to Dollis Hill to 'see a man about a dog', this is an old English expression, we're not adopting a dog, well, not that I know about!
Tootie Toot to you all..
GeeGee Parrot.
June 9th, 2015.
PostScript: Aka our last Frost date.. will it be later this year, we wonder?
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