She left the house after breakfast with old WW, he carrying four huge white tubs, and they went forth in driving rain. Oh course, you would not have to be Einstein to figure out, Dear Readers, that either she was 'up to no good' or she was going somewhere where good yumyum was to be had!
It was the later, her reputation is still, despite her current escapades, faultless! No, I am not about to spill the beans on the man who thinks she's the cat's miaow, I haven't met him yet and she is being decidedly 'coy' about him.
So off they went.. splish splash she was cutting a dash.. wrapped up in foul weather gear from head to toe.. and fighting with the decidedly dodgy transport system which was behaving in a very silly fashion. So she mostly hoofed it up to Marylebone Farmer's Market to meet her Dumpling Eating friend aka Goaty mum Debbie.
For it was indeed Malaysian Dumpling Day. Oh slurpicious is not the right word, sinusblasting-germkilling-eyewatering-scummydumptiousdiddleyyumyum might just about cover how good they are!
They had the equivalent of FOUR helpings! And then Debbie gilded the Lily by giving her a HUGE scone with thick double cream and strawberry jam, just in case she felt peckish on the way home. Gluttons or gluttony is the word, I think you're looking for.
She gave the tall buckets to Debbie together with the air locks and received in exchange a WHOLE Shaggys' Cheese and other fabulous cheeses but it's Shaggy that she is crazydaisy about, would you be too if you tasted it!
Well, from next month, all you have to do is find your way to Borough Market and seek out Joe at Ellie's Dairy stand, for every week on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday he'll be there.
Tomorrow she is getting into smart clothing, yes, she does have smart rain gear!
She'll doubtless be in her jaw dropping black western boots (you very seldom, if ever, see this quality of 'Cowboy' boot outside of the USA or Texas where these beautiful boots were made).
She'll have an Hermes scarf wrapped around her head a la Grace Kelly with her Herbert Johnson hat on top, then she'll be covered up from neck to mid calf in the chicest raincoat you've ever seen, courtesy of Bergdorf Goodman from long ago. With lipstick on.. red lipstick!
For she's going into smart places to physically collect the donated vouchers that people have given her and she would not dream of going to see the Manager of Browns' Hotel in her beaten up Barbour! Despite the fact they are friends.. she just wouldn't.
And then she's going into the Royal Academy and to other lovely places and people whom have been so generous.
Later she going to meet the President earlier than usual at the Club, for the Director General of RIBI is attending their meeting, she will be formally introduced as the new Fundraiser and P R Officer of the Club and what better way to meet the DG as the new Fundraiser with a big stash of fabulous donations in your 'pocket'!
The President knows she has a couple of nice things but no one as yet, no one actually knows what people have given to the club and you can be sure that they will be emailing the other Rotary clubs very quickly to let them know what is going up for the auction on August 29th, at the Barbecue.
Well.. back to mundane things.. like the allotment.. where the ground will be singing with joy at this amount of rain we are having! Very dismal for children on the summer holidays but she doesn't remember rain ever seriously impacting on her fun when she was a kid.
They're coming to put scaffolding up onto our house tomorrow, so she's brought the three biggest Calamondin trees in, they're going to be residing in the bath with a special light on for twelve hours a day. The others are small enough not really to be damageable but the three old ones.. well, it is better to be safe than sorry and she would be very sorry if any one of these trees was damaged.
We are due to have this gruesome metal cage over us for six weeks. Boring to say the least and dirty too. She'll shut the back window and drop the blind, this does stop most of the brick dust and grime coming into the flat but outside on the steps will be filthy and they never clean up properly, unless they're read the riot act, which she'll have to do.
Unless it is the same crew who did it last time, in which case they will certainly remember the tongue lashing she gave the site boss when they disconnected the main incoming telephone cable.. uh hum.
I am pleased to be able to tell you that there are some downy-type feathers showing on my stomach.. hurray! I might be snug and warm by the Autumn at this rate! Gee, I do hope so.
We've had supper, she has got an early start as she's due to be in the West End and has to be back down in Fulham for a meeting at 1pm. Her clothes are ready and hanging in the hall so she'll be right on the ball after we break our nights' fast with a rolypoly boiled egg and a mug of coffee.
Stay dry.. happy and healthy.
GeeGee Parrot.
July 26th, 2015.
It was the later, her reputation is still, despite her current escapades, faultless! No, I am not about to spill the beans on the man who thinks she's the cat's miaow, I haven't met him yet and she is being decidedly 'coy' about him.
So off they went.. splish splash she was cutting a dash.. wrapped up in foul weather gear from head to toe.. and fighting with the decidedly dodgy transport system which was behaving in a very silly fashion. So she mostly hoofed it up to Marylebone Farmer's Market to meet her Dumpling Eating friend aka Goaty mum Debbie.
For it was indeed Malaysian Dumpling Day. Oh slurpicious is not the right word, sinusblasting-germkilling-eyewatering-scummydumptiousdiddleyyumyum might just about cover how good they are!
They had the equivalent of FOUR helpings! And then Debbie gilded the Lily by giving her a HUGE scone with thick double cream and strawberry jam, just in case she felt peckish on the way home. Gluttons or gluttony is the word, I think you're looking for.
She gave the tall buckets to Debbie together with the air locks and received in exchange a WHOLE Shaggys' Cheese and other fabulous cheeses but it's Shaggy that she is crazydaisy about, would you be too if you tasted it!
Well, from next month, all you have to do is find your way to Borough Market and seek out Joe at Ellie's Dairy stand, for every week on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday he'll be there.
Tomorrow she is getting into smart clothing, yes, she does have smart rain gear!
She'll doubtless be in her jaw dropping black western boots (you very seldom, if ever, see this quality of 'Cowboy' boot outside of the USA or Texas where these beautiful boots were made).
She'll have an Hermes scarf wrapped around her head a la Grace Kelly with her Herbert Johnson hat on top, then she'll be covered up from neck to mid calf in the chicest raincoat you've ever seen, courtesy of Bergdorf Goodman from long ago. With lipstick on.. red lipstick!
For she's going into smart places to physically collect the donated vouchers that people have given her and she would not dream of going to see the Manager of Browns' Hotel in her beaten up Barbour! Despite the fact they are friends.. she just wouldn't.
And then she's going into the Royal Academy and to other lovely places and people whom have been so generous.
Later she going to meet the President earlier than usual at the Club, for the Director General of RIBI is attending their meeting, she will be formally introduced as the new Fundraiser and P R Officer of the Club and what better way to meet the DG as the new Fundraiser with a big stash of fabulous donations in your 'pocket'!
The President knows she has a couple of nice things but no one as yet, no one actually knows what people have given to the club and you can be sure that they will be emailing the other Rotary clubs very quickly to let them know what is going up for the auction on August 29th, at the Barbecue.
Well.. back to mundane things.. like the allotment.. where the ground will be singing with joy at this amount of rain we are having! Very dismal for children on the summer holidays but she doesn't remember rain ever seriously impacting on her fun when she was a kid.
They're coming to put scaffolding up onto our house tomorrow, so she's brought the three biggest Calamondin trees in, they're going to be residing in the bath with a special light on for twelve hours a day. The others are small enough not really to be damageable but the three old ones.. well, it is better to be safe than sorry and she would be very sorry if any one of these trees was damaged.
We are due to have this gruesome metal cage over us for six weeks. Boring to say the least and dirty too. She'll shut the back window and drop the blind, this does stop most of the brick dust and grime coming into the flat but outside on the steps will be filthy and they never clean up properly, unless they're read the riot act, which she'll have to do.
Unless it is the same crew who did it last time, in which case they will certainly remember the tongue lashing she gave the site boss when they disconnected the main incoming telephone cable.. uh hum.
I am pleased to be able to tell you that there are some downy-type feathers showing on my stomach.. hurray! I might be snug and warm by the Autumn at this rate! Gee, I do hope so.
We've had supper, she has got an early start as she's due to be in the West End and has to be back down in Fulham for a meeting at 1pm. Her clothes are ready and hanging in the hall so she'll be right on the ball after we break our nights' fast with a rolypoly boiled egg and a mug of coffee.
Stay dry.. happy and healthy.
GeeGee Parrot.
July 26th, 2015.
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