Gulp.. I know you gulped, don't tell porky pies.. lies.. and I know you're all wondering 'How.. what", it's all right, I know she isn't but you haven't seen how many oranges she's consuming in a day, let alone all the easy-peel ones, aka clementines & mandarines.
Off she went to the North End Road street market where there's a man who always has the biggest, the juiciest oranges at seven or even sometimes eight for a quid.. market talk for a £1.00. He had them at eight for a pound because it was so late by the time she got there, she took £2.00's worth, he also had eight, not quite ripe, persimmon at the same price and a box of clementines, over thirty to a box, for £1.50p!
What a good thing she took WW! For she was able to take advantantage of these wonderful prices and now we can eat citrus fruit all day long.. for several days!
Cauliflowers, carrots, onions and a cabbage also plopped into WW's basket and as she was ambling along to have a natter with Karen, who is working for a few weeks with Michele on another fruit and veg stall, she saw a very chic head, the hair was very distinctive, steel grey and upon the hair was a felt hat in very smart dark burgandy, she thought "I know that hair, it is belongs to Diana Warburton" and quickened her step to come up level with the woman.
And it was, so she said "Diana", the woman stopped and said "Goodness me, it IS you, I saw you in this Beanie a couple of weeks go and didn't know if it was you or not".. goodness me indeed for they haven't seen each other for probably twenty four years, she's a wonderful artist, classically trained in Florence and here.
They were both in a hurry to finish their shopping so mama gave her a card and off they both trotted in diferent directions to finish their swag searching. Who knows if she'll call us but it was pleasant just to chat and to know that all is well with her and her son, who reached the dizzy age of forty eight two days ago!
And we also chatted, or rather my mum did, with BUB this morning, he warned us about the change which has alredy started and which will affect the UK, Ireland and the West Country dramatically, the Gulf Stream and the Jet Stream are twisting lightly and a foot of snow is expected to fall on the Isle of Man this coming Thursday, February 4th, and temperatures are set to plummet!
Ugh.. so she's decided that as I am stressed and it will be cold, that she is not going to drag me about in my travelling cage when she goes to stay with Pete and Michele, I'll go to my usual place of jail, aka prison, where I'll be warm and snug and not subjected to having to travel in my small cage.
But heads up.. for it was still light at half past four! Eureka.. the days ARE getting longer, soon it will be light until five and if it got just a degree or two warmer, she'd start gardening.. steady girl!
Tomorrow she'll meet Debbie Goat at Parsons Green, chew the fat.. as in natter, find out how their 'holiday' up in London was, along with their trip to see Cirque de Soleil, get beetroot from Ted's Veg, for we do so love those golden beety-rooties!
And then on Monday, teehee, she's going to get on those scales again! But she is not fearful, there haven't been any secret raids on any Lebanese Bakeries, well, none that I know of. But she does have to look the other way when she goes to get tahini, for there's a man doing those flat breads full of slurpy things and she, literally, has to walk past him.
So there you are folks.. watch out for an extreme change in the weather coming in from the Atlantic, do please try the find the article in the NewYork Times, January 28th, 2016 called 'What do Parrots know about PTSD" and see if you can find a charming UTube video about a Crow called Walter in Ottawa.. it's enchanting and we thank Joe, who lives in Ottawa, very much for sending us the link this morning.
That's all my news for today, I've got things to chew, seeds to eat plus a slice or two of orange are now awaiting Beaky's attention.. so I'll say PipPip to you all.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 30th, 2016.
Off she went to the North End Road street market where there's a man who always has the biggest, the juiciest oranges at seven or even sometimes eight for a quid.. market talk for a £1.00. He had them at eight for a pound because it was so late by the time she got there, she took £2.00's worth, he also had eight, not quite ripe, persimmon at the same price and a box of clementines, over thirty to a box, for £1.50p!
What a good thing she took WW! For she was able to take advantantage of these wonderful prices and now we can eat citrus fruit all day long.. for several days!
Cauliflowers, carrots, onions and a cabbage also plopped into WW's basket and as she was ambling along to have a natter with Karen, who is working for a few weeks with Michele on another fruit and veg stall, she saw a very chic head, the hair was very distinctive, steel grey and upon the hair was a felt hat in very smart dark burgandy, she thought "I know that hair, it is belongs to Diana Warburton" and quickened her step to come up level with the woman.
And it was, so she said "Diana", the woman stopped and said "Goodness me, it IS you, I saw you in this Beanie a couple of weeks go and didn't know if it was you or not".. goodness me indeed for they haven't seen each other for probably twenty four years, she's a wonderful artist, classically trained in Florence and here.
They were both in a hurry to finish their shopping so mama gave her a card and off they both trotted in diferent directions to finish their swag searching. Who knows if she'll call us but it was pleasant just to chat and to know that all is well with her and her son, who reached the dizzy age of forty eight two days ago!
And we also chatted, or rather my mum did, with BUB this morning, he warned us about the change which has alredy started and which will affect the UK, Ireland and the West Country dramatically, the Gulf Stream and the Jet Stream are twisting lightly and a foot of snow is expected to fall on the Isle of Man this coming Thursday, February 4th, and temperatures are set to plummet!
Ugh.. so she's decided that as I am stressed and it will be cold, that she is not going to drag me about in my travelling cage when she goes to stay with Pete and Michele, I'll go to my usual place of jail, aka prison, where I'll be warm and snug and not subjected to having to travel in my small cage.
But heads up.. for it was still light at half past four! Eureka.. the days ARE getting longer, soon it will be light until five and if it got just a degree or two warmer, she'd start gardening.. steady girl!
Tomorrow she'll meet Debbie Goat at Parsons Green, chew the fat.. as in natter, find out how their 'holiday' up in London was, along with their trip to see Cirque de Soleil, get beetroot from Ted's Veg, for we do so love those golden beety-rooties!
And then on Monday, teehee, she's going to get on those scales again! But she is not fearful, there haven't been any secret raids on any Lebanese Bakeries, well, none that I know of. But she does have to look the other way when she goes to get tahini, for there's a man doing those flat breads full of slurpy things and she, literally, has to walk past him.
So there you are folks.. watch out for an extreme change in the weather coming in from the Atlantic, do please try the find the article in the NewYork Times, January 28th, 2016 called 'What do Parrots know about PTSD" and see if you can find a charming UTube video about a Crow called Walter in Ottawa.. it's enchanting and we thank Joe, who lives in Ottawa, very much for sending us the link this morning.
That's all my news for today, I've got things to chew, seeds to eat plus a slice or two of orange are now awaiting Beaky's attention.. so I'll say PipPip to you all.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 30th, 2016.
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