Actually the maybe new love turned out not to be one.. she's happy with her old love. WHAT.. WHO? I can hear all your questions, I had better explain.
Whilst getting a supply of coffee from the Algerian Coffee Stores recently, she bought a small amount of another variety to try. Initially, she thought it delicious but after a couple of days, she realised that, whilst it was pleasant, she didn't want to have this as her every morning 'brew'.
So it was a good thing that her old love bears no grudge, isn't it? He slides from the spoon into the glass jar, accepts hot water, hubbles and bubbles releasing like the true genie that he is, his special aroma.. ah.. Vellutto Nero.. how she loves you.
But first things first, when she wakes up extra early, it is a mug of MY favourite hot drink that we slurp.. Lapsang tea.. Yumpydumpy, for as funny funky Monkey says so well "Amber nectar down the throat".
It's drizzling fine rain and she is waiting for the managing agents to call, apparently one of the flats above has no electricity and an electrician needs access to our cupboard where the meters are to see if there is another fuse box for this upstairs flat down here.
She sent an email at 08.15am telling the contact that she would be here until noon if they needed an electrician to enter our home, no response has arrived so she's just called the office and heard a long winded message about not calling the emergency number unless it was because of fire or theft.. so no secretary or boss was in the office!
That call was placed, Dear Readers, at 09.30am, it's a cushy life these office wallahs live, is it not?
Anyway, her email was quite clear, contact me before 10.00am (or they can whistle Dixie), she's got stuff to do today and this does not include hanging about for an emergency electrician who might, or might not, be wanting access to our electrical cupboard!
Now, where's that mug of Amber Nectar.. ah.. slurp-the-durp, hot tea down my throat, all's well.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 18th, 2015.
Whilst getting a supply of coffee from the Algerian Coffee Stores recently, she bought a small amount of another variety to try. Initially, she thought it delicious but after a couple of days, she realised that, whilst it was pleasant, she didn't want to have this as her every morning 'brew'.
So it was a good thing that her old love bears no grudge, isn't it? He slides from the spoon into the glass jar, accepts hot water, hubbles and bubbles releasing like the true genie that he is, his special aroma.. ah.. Vellutto Nero.. how she loves you.
But first things first, when she wakes up extra early, it is a mug of MY favourite hot drink that we slurp.. Lapsang tea.. Yumpydumpy, for as funny funky Monkey says so well "Amber nectar down the throat".
It's drizzling fine rain and she is waiting for the managing agents to call, apparently one of the flats above has no electricity and an electrician needs access to our cupboard where the meters are to see if there is another fuse box for this upstairs flat down here.
She sent an email at 08.15am telling the contact that she would be here until noon if they needed an electrician to enter our home, no response has arrived so she's just called the office and heard a long winded message about not calling the emergency number unless it was because of fire or theft.. so no secretary or boss was in the office!
That call was placed, Dear Readers, at 09.30am, it's a cushy life these office wallahs live, is it not?
Anyway, her email was quite clear, contact me before 10.00am (or they can whistle Dixie), she's got stuff to do today and this does not include hanging about for an emergency electrician who might, or might not, be wanting access to our electrical cupboard!
Now, where's that mug of Amber Nectar.. ah.. slurp-the-durp, hot tea down my throat, all's well.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 18th, 2015.
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