Don't fret folks.. I'll always be Number 1 in her life! But if you read yesterdays' post you'll know that she went coffee buying in Soho and bought a new coffee, the like of which I didn't know the name and apparently it is delicious!
Now, I don't think it, or any other coffee, will take the place of Velluto Nero, she's loved that coffee for more years than she can remember but the new one, whose name is Moscella Italia, is a little sharper and she's slurping it quite happily.
Well, what's going on today? The useless painters are here, they've not finished any job so far.. her front door is still dark grey, the window ledges are still unpainted, the rubbish area doorframe has not been repaired.. oi vey.. HOW can a whole team of workmen all be so useless?
All they've done successfully, so far, is kill all the herbs in her herb baskets.
Moving swifly along, she will be loitering in Bute Street with Anthony this Saturday for an hour or two, he will be manning the Ellie's Dairy stall for Debbie, who will be up at the West Hampstead Farmer's Market, so if you're in that neck of the town, go and say "Howdy to Goaty Mum" and taste some of the best Goats cheese you'll ever eat.
My mum will be raiding Bartek for ishpol salad on Saturday morning, I'll tell you the story of ishpol and nishda another day, then going to drop it off for Debbie with Anthony at Bute Street.
Autumnal weather is here, she warned Bob and Tom to bring a raincoat and weather proof shoes, which means, of course, that it will be glorious when they're here which is the weekend of 9/11. But there's nothing worse than being on holiday and being cold and damp, is there?
They're staying locally so walks will be walked, she's taking them out for dinner on Saturday, where? That's a surprise, so I can't tell you but it will be interesting, that's for sure!
Well, she had better get on and see when those painters want her to be at home one day next week. My egg was perfect and I'm happy to go and find a comfy perch and grind old Beaky for a while.
PipPip Dear Readers.. PipPip.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 3rd, 2015.
Now, I don't think it, or any other coffee, will take the place of Velluto Nero, she's loved that coffee for more years than she can remember but the new one, whose name is Moscella Italia, is a little sharper and she's slurping it quite happily.
Well, what's going on today? The useless painters are here, they've not finished any job so far.. her front door is still dark grey, the window ledges are still unpainted, the rubbish area doorframe has not been repaired.. oi vey.. HOW can a whole team of workmen all be so useless?
All they've done successfully, so far, is kill all the herbs in her herb baskets.
Moving swifly along, she will be loitering in Bute Street with Anthony this Saturday for an hour or two, he will be manning the Ellie's Dairy stall for Debbie, who will be up at the West Hampstead Farmer's Market, so if you're in that neck of the town, go and say "Howdy to Goaty Mum" and taste some of the best Goats cheese you'll ever eat.
My mum will be raiding Bartek for ishpol salad on Saturday morning, I'll tell you the story of ishpol and nishda another day, then going to drop it off for Debbie with Anthony at Bute Street.
Autumnal weather is here, she warned Bob and Tom to bring a raincoat and weather proof shoes, which means, of course, that it will be glorious when they're here which is the weekend of 9/11. But there's nothing worse than being on holiday and being cold and damp, is there?
They're staying locally so walks will be walked, she's taking them out for dinner on Saturday, where? That's a surprise, so I can't tell you but it will be interesting, that's for sure!
Well, she had better get on and see when those painters want her to be at home one day next week. My egg was perfect and I'm happy to go and find a comfy perch and grind old Beaky for a while.
PipPip Dear Readers.. PipPip.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 3rd, 2015.
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