Off she went like Nellie the Elephant.. she didn't do 'Trump Trump Trump' and she wasn't heading for Mandalay but with all the layers of clothing that she was wearing, she did look a trifle large, to put it politely.
She took the naughty citrus people out of the fruit baskets, oranges, tangerines and clementines, if you were orange and round, you went into a bag and plopped into WW. Along with the rosemary she'd picked yesterday for Alice and Vivienne, two goaty folk. Alice, because she was pregant with twins, and was reported to be feeling not very happy and Vivinne.. just becos.
She's just had a horrid hought.. gulp.. if she's thrown up this reaction, what about grapefruit? Oh, now that would be grimsville itself, for she loves pink and white grapefruit.
Slightly preoccupied with various thoughts, she kissed me and checked my yumyum and water dishes before leaving the house late. Upon getting off at Selfridges, she wiggled her way through into Manchester Square and onto Marylebone High Street to get some money for the dumplings and.. remembered that the chocolate salami never plopped into WW, they were still lying on the work surface in YumYum HQ.. drat.
Certainly she did not look out of place! For the stall holders had the identical layers of clothing on, she greeted Debbie with the bag of citrus folk and the bag of rosemary for Alice and Vivienne. At which Debbie grimaced and explained that poor sweet Alice didn't make it, she has died and along with her, her unborn twins.
OI VEY..
She got them their dumplings, apologised for lack of chocolate salami but has decided that she will take them to Joe at Borough during the week in the knowledge that Joe will actually deliver them.. intact.. to the farm with no nibble marks on either end. Unlike some folk whose names we won't mention.
Then it was time to go, she feels thick headed, her nose is dripping (charming side effect of the allergy plus a cough which developed two days ago), it is freezing cold out there, she wore the same boots but right foot was a bit 'widgy' underneath today, bah-humbug, to it all.
She took an anti-histamine pill this morning as prescribed by her GP but last night hives are of the extra vicious variety. Ugh, they're big and red and exceedingly angry, the ones on her shoulder bones and the one in her right armpit being the worst. HOW she longs to give them a good scratch but she won't.
Upon arriving home, she changed the quilt on her bed, this and the towel will be washed, then vacuumed the floor for any traces of orange peel and pulled a new dark blue blanket up over the quilt.. "Oh goodie.. tangerine time", I thought but she had to explain that there aren't any in the house and that I have to get fond of something else, like what, I thought, spiny-apple, grapes again?
Ah well, she'll find something tasty for our bedtime snack-et, for one can't go to bed with nothing in tumtum, can we? But there's nothing else in the house, apart from bird food, now, admittedly it is most superior bird food with all sorts of deliciously slurpy things in it but I, and she, both want something wet and sweet, she should have bought a bag of Edwins' most excellent apples but did not think.. a woolly head will do that to you.
Blood test tomorrow which she will do as soon as they open.. for she has to be NIL BY MOUTH after midnight.. well, at least we know what the 'bites' are caused by, don't we.. pity that.
GeeGee Parrot.
February 28th, 2016.
She took the naughty citrus people out of the fruit baskets, oranges, tangerines and clementines, if you were orange and round, you went into a bag and plopped into WW. Along with the rosemary she'd picked yesterday for Alice and Vivienne, two goaty folk. Alice, because she was pregant with twins, and was reported to be feeling not very happy and Vivinne.. just becos.
She's just had a horrid hought.. gulp.. if she's thrown up this reaction, what about grapefruit? Oh, now that would be grimsville itself, for she loves pink and white grapefruit.
Slightly preoccupied with various thoughts, she kissed me and checked my yumyum and water dishes before leaving the house late. Upon getting off at Selfridges, she wiggled her way through into Manchester Square and onto Marylebone High Street to get some money for the dumplings and.. remembered that the chocolate salami never plopped into WW, they were still lying on the work surface in YumYum HQ.. drat.
Certainly she did not look out of place! For the stall holders had the identical layers of clothing on, she greeted Debbie with the bag of citrus folk and the bag of rosemary for Alice and Vivienne. At which Debbie grimaced and explained that poor sweet Alice didn't make it, she has died and along with her, her unborn twins.
OI VEY..
She got them their dumplings, apologised for lack of chocolate salami but has decided that she will take them to Joe at Borough during the week in the knowledge that Joe will actually deliver them.. intact.. to the farm with no nibble marks on either end. Unlike some folk whose names we won't mention.
Then it was time to go, she feels thick headed, her nose is dripping (charming side effect of the allergy plus a cough which developed two days ago), it is freezing cold out there, she wore the same boots but right foot was a bit 'widgy' underneath today, bah-humbug, to it all.
She took an anti-histamine pill this morning as prescribed by her GP but last night hives are of the extra vicious variety. Ugh, they're big and red and exceedingly angry, the ones on her shoulder bones and the one in her right armpit being the worst. HOW she longs to give them a good scratch but she won't.
Upon arriving home, she changed the quilt on her bed, this and the towel will be washed, then vacuumed the floor for any traces of orange peel and pulled a new dark blue blanket up over the quilt.. "Oh goodie.. tangerine time", I thought but she had to explain that there aren't any in the house and that I have to get fond of something else, like what, I thought, spiny-apple, grapes again?
Ah well, she'll find something tasty for our bedtime snack-et, for one can't go to bed with nothing in tumtum, can we? But there's nothing else in the house, apart from bird food, now, admittedly it is most superior bird food with all sorts of deliciously slurpy things in it but I, and she, both want something wet and sweet, she should have bought a bag of Edwins' most excellent apples but did not think.. a woolly head will do that to you.
Blood test tomorrow which she will do as soon as they open.. for she has to be NIL BY MOUTH after midnight.. well, at least we know what the 'bites' are caused by, don't we.. pity that.
GeeGee Parrot.
February 28th, 2016.
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