What a day! Yesterday, the weather woman said, in a nice cheerful voice "And tomorrow and Sunday are going to be bright and clear, much warmer than Madrid".
Being of nature very suspicious of the British weather during the month of February, she looked outside before getting dressed this morning. "Huh, GeeGeeJuJu, it's spitting rain and overcast, boots and a Beanie and warm trousers" she said and got dressed in them.
And went off with an umbrella down to collect the prescribed things from the pharmacy. "Who are you", she said to a tall young man who smiled at her as he opened the door, then went behind the pharmists' counter, the smiley woman who works on Saturdays said to her, with a wink, "he's the new boy" and they all laughed.
She made her way down onto the Kings' Road and caught a 319 to Streatham Hill. Oh, goodness me, what the hell was the matter? For it took ages to get there, several sets of traffic lights were out of sync, stupid people got stuck and went the wrong way.. mayhem ensued so the plods had to come and sort this dozy lot out.. oi vey.
But eventually she was able to get off the bus and disappear into Bartek.. oh, how most slurpicious, there was a new delivery of her favourite Lithuanian bread being put out AND a dark Brawn! Plus lots and lots of Summer IshPol salad with dill.
"Four pots of the salad with dill please, that chunk of brawn and a piece of that", a fresh horseradish root to mix with fresh red beetroot, how lovely that will be, a couple of little Hamburg parsley roots, together with a small celeriac, plopped into her basket along with a box of mushroom stock cubes.
This means most our meals will be vegetable based this coming week, she'd planned a late visit to the North End Road street market but had to shop at Lidl for my rye bread with sunflower seeds.
Back home on the 137, she emptied WW and set out again, by now the wind was blowing sideways, she left the umbrella behind and pulled Beanie down further onto her head.. "bah humbug to these weather forecasters, why can't they say "it's going to be dire this week end", instead of telling us it's going to be warmer than Madrid.. brrr-grrr", she growled as she made her way to the bus stop.
Off at Fulham Broadway, her first stop being her favourite Orange Man, except he wasn't there! The stall had been packed up and all that was left was his son with a box of pomegranates which had a sign saying "5 for £1.00", so she handed him a quid, took the fruits and went on down the street, there was Karen, kisses were blown across the stall. LookieLookie, bowls of 'pregnant' oranges at 9 for £1.00 & a big bowl of skinny french beans was £1.00.
Well, 18 'pregnant' oranges, I'll explain later, they're absolutely her favourite variety for £2.00, well worth the trip down to the North End Road as she eats a minimum of two oranges a day plus a couple of my clementines as well..
Into the Post Office to get a book of stamps, might as well buy them now as they're going up in price and the 1st and 2nd class are good for ever, a stamp was placed onto a proper letter and the letter put into the post box.. tick.. job done!
OK.. 'Pregnant' Oranges have a strange hard bit at the other end to the stalk, it usually tells you that there is, at that end, a minute orange inside it, we don't know what variety it is that does this but they only come into our markets in February and March and they're divine! They are not overly sweet but very juicy and refreshing.
By now it was a madhouse, the wind was blowing about like a crazy fiend, cold rain was tipping down, stall holders were trying to get their stalls down in some sort of orderly fashion and customers were fleeing for home, she put her head down and purposefully ignored the new cosy looking bakers called Jaffa who, according to Karen, do delicious coffee and cakes as well as tasty middle eastern savoury treats.
Back home they flew down the steps to get out of the rain.. "GeeGee.. you are such a lucky girl you didn't have to go out in that, I saw Mia (a baby African Grey who belongs to one of the shop keepers up in Streatham) and she sends you her very best wishes and I have lots of clementines, come sweetie pie, it's supper time" and lolly-the-golly, she was right!
Oh, such a tasty snacket I've had, some fresh ham, a minute bit of brawn, I found this most slurpy indeed, a new little crunchy seed treat from the Pet Shop in Streatham, the rest of my morning egg and some hummus with the promise of some citrusy fruitie-tootie to come!
She has written to Mister Tom, asking him to pass our love and support onto Mister Bob.. tomorrow she'll light a candle for him in the Oratory, it matters not that it is a Catholic Church, God doesn't care what religion you are.
We hold this man very dear to our hearts and hope and pray that he's not in pain or frightened. We pray also for the medical team who are looking after our friend, his sister and for his other friends who are as saddened by this news as we are.
She's got to put her eye drops in, a load of washing on, then it will be time for me to go to bed, stay safe folks, according to the man in the post office it's going to be worse tomorrow, she's off down to Parson's Green Farmer's Market to stand and chew the fat with Goaty Mum and to try to not even look at the scrummy produce on Elena's cake stall which is next door to Ellie's Dairy.. sigh.. as you do when it's weigh-in day the next day and you've made your mind up that you want a 3lbs loss on the scales..
GeeGee Parrot.
February 20th, 2016.
Being of nature very suspicious of the British weather during the month of February, she looked outside before getting dressed this morning. "Huh, GeeGeeJuJu, it's spitting rain and overcast, boots and a Beanie and warm trousers" she said and got dressed in them.
And went off with an umbrella down to collect the prescribed things from the pharmacy. "Who are you", she said to a tall young man who smiled at her as he opened the door, then went behind the pharmists' counter, the smiley woman who works on Saturdays said to her, with a wink, "he's the new boy" and they all laughed.
She made her way down onto the Kings' Road and caught a 319 to Streatham Hill. Oh, goodness me, what the hell was the matter? For it took ages to get there, several sets of traffic lights were out of sync, stupid people got stuck and went the wrong way.. mayhem ensued so the plods had to come and sort this dozy lot out.. oi vey.
But eventually she was able to get off the bus and disappear into Bartek.. oh, how most slurpicious, there was a new delivery of her favourite Lithuanian bread being put out AND a dark Brawn! Plus lots and lots of Summer IshPol salad with dill.
"Four pots of the salad with dill please, that chunk of brawn and a piece of that", a fresh horseradish root to mix with fresh red beetroot, how lovely that will be, a couple of little Hamburg parsley roots, together with a small celeriac, plopped into her basket along with a box of mushroom stock cubes.
This means most our meals will be vegetable based this coming week, she'd planned a late visit to the North End Road street market but had to shop at Lidl for my rye bread with sunflower seeds.
Back home on the 137, she emptied WW and set out again, by now the wind was blowing sideways, she left the umbrella behind and pulled Beanie down further onto her head.. "bah humbug to these weather forecasters, why can't they say "it's going to be dire this week end", instead of telling us it's going to be warmer than Madrid.. brrr-grrr", she growled as she made her way to the bus stop.
Off at Fulham Broadway, her first stop being her favourite Orange Man, except he wasn't there! The stall had been packed up and all that was left was his son with a box of pomegranates which had a sign saying "5 for £1.00", so she handed him a quid, took the fruits and went on down the street, there was Karen, kisses were blown across the stall. LookieLookie, bowls of 'pregnant' oranges at 9 for £1.00 & a big bowl of skinny french beans was £1.00.
Well, 18 'pregnant' oranges, I'll explain later, they're absolutely her favourite variety for £2.00, well worth the trip down to the North End Road as she eats a minimum of two oranges a day plus a couple of my clementines as well..
Into the Post Office to get a book of stamps, might as well buy them now as they're going up in price and the 1st and 2nd class are good for ever, a stamp was placed onto a proper letter and the letter put into the post box.. tick.. job done!
OK.. 'Pregnant' Oranges have a strange hard bit at the other end to the stalk, it usually tells you that there is, at that end, a minute orange inside it, we don't know what variety it is that does this but they only come into our markets in February and March and they're divine! They are not overly sweet but very juicy and refreshing.
By now it was a madhouse, the wind was blowing about like a crazy fiend, cold rain was tipping down, stall holders were trying to get their stalls down in some sort of orderly fashion and customers were fleeing for home, she put her head down and purposefully ignored the new cosy looking bakers called Jaffa who, according to Karen, do delicious coffee and cakes as well as tasty middle eastern savoury treats.
Back home they flew down the steps to get out of the rain.. "GeeGee.. you are such a lucky girl you didn't have to go out in that, I saw Mia (a baby African Grey who belongs to one of the shop keepers up in Streatham) and she sends you her very best wishes and I have lots of clementines, come sweetie pie, it's supper time" and lolly-the-golly, she was right!
Oh, such a tasty snacket I've had, some fresh ham, a minute bit of brawn, I found this most slurpy indeed, a new little crunchy seed treat from the Pet Shop in Streatham, the rest of my morning egg and some hummus with the promise of some citrusy fruitie-tootie to come!
She has written to Mister Tom, asking him to pass our love and support onto Mister Bob.. tomorrow she'll light a candle for him in the Oratory, it matters not that it is a Catholic Church, God doesn't care what religion you are.
We hold this man very dear to our hearts and hope and pray that he's not in pain or frightened. We pray also for the medical team who are looking after our friend, his sister and for his other friends who are as saddened by this news as we are.
She's got to put her eye drops in, a load of washing on, then it will be time for me to go to bed, stay safe folks, according to the man in the post office it's going to be worse tomorrow, she's off down to Parson's Green Farmer's Market to stand and chew the fat with Goaty Mum and to try to not even look at the scrummy produce on Elena's cake stall which is next door to Ellie's Dairy.. sigh.. as you do when it's weigh-in day the next day and you've made your mind up that you want a 3lbs loss on the scales..
GeeGee Parrot.
February 20th, 2016.
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