I, regretably, was not able to attend.. That wretched Elf & Safety meant that no parrots are allowed to attend parties in public areas.. sigh. So yesterday afternoon she took me to the aviary and checked me into jail for just over twenty-four hours.
She travels light and went to Faversham in the clothes that she was wearing to the party, in WW were a pair of gum boots, a large bag of crystallised ginger and a large dark, very chocolately, chocolate salami and thicker sweater for the next day, for she had been promised a morning with Goaty folks.
Debbie met her at Faversham station and they drove to the pub where they were the first to arrive, what a cosy place! She remembers when London had cosy pubs with proper fires.. wretched Elf and Safety closed all those lovely places down.
The people arrived in dribs and drabs, she had been told by naughty Debbie she had told them all about her and that they weren't to be shocked if she licked her plate! Huh.. fancy such secrets being bandied about!
Then it was time to go and sit at the U shaped table, she was sitting opposite Julie, aka The Dairy Fairy! Cheese stirring, milk bottling, you name it, she does it and was such a happy person to sit with.
Several boards of deliciousnesses appeared to tease their mouths.. yum! Tastytasty! Then their food arrived, she, of course, had completely forgotten what she had ordered for her three courses but luckily Goaty mum had brought a list of what everyone's choice had been, phew, no undignified squabbling occurred!
Brown shrimps were her starter, then lamb, followed by cheese. PYTHON.. yes, you know what this means and sure enough she portrayed classic python behaviour last night, for she ate everything, but did NOT lick her plate, you'll be pleased (and relieved) to hear!
Then it was home going time, jiggedy-jig, everyone said their goodbyes and they drove to Debbie's home, up the stairs, greeted Marmite Cat, took off their make-up and party finery, hit their mattresses and went straight off to the land of Nod.
She was lucky, she didn't have to get up at Sparrow's Fart, unlike her hostess.. Sparrow's Fart is aka getting up early and do Goaty milking. She didn't have to get up until about eight but Marmite had other ideas!
She kept trotting into the bedroom and back out to the kitchen and eventually mama realised that she was 'famished' and needed yumyum, so got out of bed she got, found cat food, gave Marmite Cat half of the tin and made herself coffee and a boiled egg.
Joe collected her just after 9.30am and off they drove to Goaty Land. Rain, mud, puddles, it was indeed a trip down her memory lane for she hasn't been in a working farmyard for forty years.
The chocolate salami was lying there unwrapped and had obviously been tested, Debbie boxed up the days' milk deliveries whilst David, Joe and mama sat and joked about the previous night's festivities and watched her working, they had coffee, then she was taken to the barn to meet Goaty folk.
First up was Hugo, a pure bred Nubian. What an amazing animal, his head is quite extraordinary, it reminded her immediately of a Bison with that prominent lump in front of his head. He was with one of his 'wives', Mischief, in a pen by themselves.
Beyond them were all the Goaty girls.. ohhhhh.
David and she said "bye-bye" to Hugo and Mischief, went through the gate and within a nano-second, were surrounded by goaty folk, saying "who is this, she's new, she's got zippers we can eat, long legs we can rub our heads on and against", then one, a very cheeky person, gave her a really good 'goaty shove'.
Luckily, there was a very charming goaty person, Viviane, standing right in front of her who stopped my mum being pushed flat on her face on the straw!
They're highly intelligent animals, there maybe have been five British Sanaans all clambering for attention at the same time wanting a head cuddle-scratch but their faces are different! Ohh.. she does love these charming animals.
Joe, Debbie and she planned to leave the farm to eat, as if they hadn't seen any food for 'ages', after giving a big 'thank you for the party' hug to David, they drove off to lunch.
Another wonderful place, a marvellous farm food shop with everything you could possibly want to buy to eat or drink! They ordered their lunch, mama had a toasted sourdough pastrami sandwich.. oh slurp! Good lunch.
WW and her clothes were already in the van, the two women said "goodbye" to Joe and drove to Faversham station for her train back to London. After dropping off WW, she came to the aviary aka jail to pick me up and we caught a little C1 bus back home.
Of course, because I hadn't had hummus or a boiled egg whilst in jail, she had to go into YumYum HQ to serve up these necessary yumyums. Then it was a quick trip upstairs to feed Tereza's fish and deliver her mail, for les trois filles are sunning themselves in the Caribbean!
The Weald of Kent wasn't sunny today, in fact, it was drizzling with very wet rain but were they worried? Not them, for they had had a happyhappy time and she had enjoyed every minute being a guest of Ellie's Dairy.
My next post will introduce you to a company that Joe has put her onto, they make slurpicious food, so don't go too far away for I'll be posting about this, to us, Kentish food company tomorrow morning.
She went to weigh-in before taking me to jail on Monday and lost a 1 lb last week but she'll have to be serious for the rest of this week as you can't eat like a python too often and lose weight and she's only a lb away from losing two stone! Yes, she's now lost twenty seven pounds.
GeeGee Parrot.
December 15th, 2015.
PostScript: Happily we have heard from New York that our gift has now arrived and received by the right person.
She travels light and went to Faversham in the clothes that she was wearing to the party, in WW were a pair of gum boots, a large bag of crystallised ginger and a large dark, very chocolately, chocolate salami and thicker sweater for the next day, for she had been promised a morning with Goaty folks.
Debbie met her at Faversham station and they drove to the pub where they were the first to arrive, what a cosy place! She remembers when London had cosy pubs with proper fires.. wretched Elf and Safety closed all those lovely places down.
The people arrived in dribs and drabs, she had been told by naughty Debbie she had told them all about her and that they weren't to be shocked if she licked her plate! Huh.. fancy such secrets being bandied about!
Then it was time to go and sit at the U shaped table, she was sitting opposite Julie, aka The Dairy Fairy! Cheese stirring, milk bottling, you name it, she does it and was such a happy person to sit with.
Several boards of deliciousnesses appeared to tease their mouths.. yum! Tastytasty! Then their food arrived, she, of course, had completely forgotten what she had ordered for her three courses but luckily Goaty mum had brought a list of what everyone's choice had been, phew, no undignified squabbling occurred!
Brown shrimps were her starter, then lamb, followed by cheese. PYTHON.. yes, you know what this means and sure enough she portrayed classic python behaviour last night, for she ate everything, but did NOT lick her plate, you'll be pleased (and relieved) to hear!
Then it was home going time, jiggedy-jig, everyone said their goodbyes and they drove to Debbie's home, up the stairs, greeted Marmite Cat, took off their make-up and party finery, hit their mattresses and went straight off to the land of Nod.
She was lucky, she didn't have to get up at Sparrow's Fart, unlike her hostess.. Sparrow's Fart is aka getting up early and do Goaty milking. She didn't have to get up until about eight but Marmite had other ideas!
She kept trotting into the bedroom and back out to the kitchen and eventually mama realised that she was 'famished' and needed yumyum, so got out of bed she got, found cat food, gave Marmite Cat half of the tin and made herself coffee and a boiled egg.
Joe collected her just after 9.30am and off they drove to Goaty Land. Rain, mud, puddles, it was indeed a trip down her memory lane for she hasn't been in a working farmyard for forty years.
The chocolate salami was lying there unwrapped and had obviously been tested, Debbie boxed up the days' milk deliveries whilst David, Joe and mama sat and joked about the previous night's festivities and watched her working, they had coffee, then she was taken to the barn to meet Goaty folk.
First up was Hugo, a pure bred Nubian. What an amazing animal, his head is quite extraordinary, it reminded her immediately of a Bison with that prominent lump in front of his head. He was with one of his 'wives', Mischief, in a pen by themselves.
Beyond them were all the Goaty girls.. ohhhhh.
David and she said "bye-bye" to Hugo and Mischief, went through the gate and within a nano-second, were surrounded by goaty folk, saying "who is this, she's new, she's got zippers we can eat, long legs we can rub our heads on and against", then one, a very cheeky person, gave her a really good 'goaty shove'.
Luckily, there was a very charming goaty person, Viviane, standing right in front of her who stopped my mum being pushed flat on her face on the straw!
They're highly intelligent animals, there maybe have been five British Sanaans all clambering for attention at the same time wanting a head cuddle-scratch but their faces are different! Ohh.. she does love these charming animals.
Joe, Debbie and she planned to leave the farm to eat, as if they hadn't seen any food for 'ages', after giving a big 'thank you for the party' hug to David, they drove off to lunch.
Another wonderful place, a marvellous farm food shop with everything you could possibly want to buy to eat or drink! They ordered their lunch, mama had a toasted sourdough pastrami sandwich.. oh slurp! Good lunch.
WW and her clothes were already in the van, the two women said "goodbye" to Joe and drove to Faversham station for her train back to London. After dropping off WW, she came to the aviary aka jail to pick me up and we caught a little C1 bus back home.
Of course, because I hadn't had hummus or a boiled egg whilst in jail, she had to go into YumYum HQ to serve up these necessary yumyums. Then it was a quick trip upstairs to feed Tereza's fish and deliver her mail, for les trois filles are sunning themselves in the Caribbean!
The Weald of Kent wasn't sunny today, in fact, it was drizzling with very wet rain but were they worried? Not them, for they had had a happyhappy time and she had enjoyed every minute being a guest of Ellie's Dairy.
My next post will introduce you to a company that Joe has put her onto, they make slurpicious food, so don't go too far away for I'll be posting about this, to us, Kentish food company tomorrow morning.
She went to weigh-in before taking me to jail on Monday and lost a 1 lb last week but she'll have to be serious for the rest of this week as you can't eat like a python too often and lose weight and she's only a lb away from losing two stone! Yes, she's now lost twenty seven pounds.
GeeGee Parrot.
December 15th, 2015.
PostScript: Happily we have heard from New York that our gift has now arrived and received by the right person.
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