Blimey.. crikey and any other word that you can think of in the same vein of description.. it was very cold out there this morning. There had been a 'hard' frost and our garden was still frosted when she left at midday, old Mister Sun was nowhere to be be seen.. he was probably on his lunch hour tucked up in some cosy warm cafe.
The postman even had full length trousers on! So now you know how cold it was, for these mad men run around in shorts unless the temperature is hovering in the region of zero degrees Centigrade. They're very silly-billies indeed.
But she wasn't! Oh no, for having opened our front door and seen how her breath practically froze upon impact with the air, she shut the door very smartly and dived into a drawer which holds her thermal clothing. A long sleved, high necked vest came out together with a pair of thick cotton tights. Then into her sweater cupboard she went and pulled out a wonderful sweater she bought whilst she was staying with Zaira (my greatest fan) in Rome in December 2005.
The label says it is 100% pure Merino Wool, she treasures this sweater.. A: because of the memory of the day she bought it when shopping with Zaira and B: because it is, without doubt, her warmest sweater, it has a neck that opens like a shirt or buttons up high around your neck.. no reddies for guessing which way she was wearing it today!
And out of a cupboard came another prized Roman piece of clothing from the same trip, a Max Mara gaberdine parka jacket. The lining is made of a very fine tweed and the hood is lined in this and edged in fox. It is an article of clothing that will never date and, even if it did, you would still keep and wear it, she will, that's for sure!
Cotton tights, proper sweater, thermal vest, knee length boots, woollen trousers, parka, a fine wool scarf around her neck and gloves PLUS a new pretty Beanie on her head! Pat gave her a bundle of three new ones last Monday, one, a lavender one, she took and immediately gave to Michele, it looked so pretty with her auburn hair.
Dressed in this amount of clobber, it is, thank goodness, a very good thing that she's lost inches for otherwise she would look exactly like the Michelin Tyre Man.. sniggersnigger. She and WW went off to the recycling depot to dump endless pieces of plastic, then onto the North End Road to get the stuff on her list.
And, on the way back she went to her favourite Lotto shop to get a FREE lucky Dip Lotto! Two of her numbers came up again last Saturday. She now needs to go to Baldwins tomorrow for nobody had any essential oil of Lemon, she needs that, plus a bottle of Tincture of Myrrh and has remembered that she has run out of both the essential oils of Clove Bud and Cinnamon Bark.
NO chemicals get used in this place, partly because she hates the smell of them but more importantly because they ain't good for yours truly.. aka me. And, she makes a potion that kills all known evil germs.. dead.
We're waiting for a large pot vegetables to simmer down and become soft, they'll be moulied into a puree and put back into the stock in which they cooked, Soup-the-Loup is a deliciously warming thing to slurp on an evening like today, dried bits of sourdough bread get added along with a piece of cheese that's passed its' best.. this roughly grated over the top of the bowl add an extra tasty taste to the soup and saves waste.
We don't like waste of any kind and so she was extremely annoyed with herself when she found a huge pomegranate that had somehow escaped our eagle eyes, hidden itself behind a jug and gone soft. She'll cut it and see what it's like inside and you never know, it might just be what I'd love to play with, especially when all the white surfaces are so clean and shiny..
Pomegranate seeds.. juice.. Beaky flicking the juice.. white cabinets and their surfaces.. get my drift? She's incredibly tolerant about some of my behaviour.. thank goodness.
And here we are for the rest of the day, she see's absolutely NO point in going out there again for it is getting colder by the minute and so.. creak creak.. that drawbridge is coming up again.. creak creak.
Toodle pippip.. hey you folks out there.. stay safe.. drive / walk carefully on icy roads / pavements & stay warm.
GeeGee Parrot.
February 12th, 2016.
PostScript: That's the joy of Sourdough or Tuscan bread, they don't ever go bad as in mouldy, they just go rock hard and are perfect to add to a rough vegetable soup.
The postman even had full length trousers on! So now you know how cold it was, for these mad men run around in shorts unless the temperature is hovering in the region of zero degrees Centigrade. They're very silly-billies indeed.
But she wasn't! Oh no, for having opened our front door and seen how her breath practically froze upon impact with the air, she shut the door very smartly and dived into a drawer which holds her thermal clothing. A long sleved, high necked vest came out together with a pair of thick cotton tights. Then into her sweater cupboard she went and pulled out a wonderful sweater she bought whilst she was staying with Zaira (my greatest fan) in Rome in December 2005.
The label says it is 100% pure Merino Wool, she treasures this sweater.. A: because of the memory of the day she bought it when shopping with Zaira and B: because it is, without doubt, her warmest sweater, it has a neck that opens like a shirt or buttons up high around your neck.. no reddies for guessing which way she was wearing it today!
And out of a cupboard came another prized Roman piece of clothing from the same trip, a Max Mara gaberdine parka jacket. The lining is made of a very fine tweed and the hood is lined in this and edged in fox. It is an article of clothing that will never date and, even if it did, you would still keep and wear it, she will, that's for sure!
Cotton tights, proper sweater, thermal vest, knee length boots, woollen trousers, parka, a fine wool scarf around her neck and gloves PLUS a new pretty Beanie on her head! Pat gave her a bundle of three new ones last Monday, one, a lavender one, she took and immediately gave to Michele, it looked so pretty with her auburn hair.
Dressed in this amount of clobber, it is, thank goodness, a very good thing that she's lost inches for otherwise she would look exactly like the Michelin Tyre Man.. sniggersnigger. She and WW went off to the recycling depot to dump endless pieces of plastic, then onto the North End Road to get the stuff on her list.
And, on the way back she went to her favourite Lotto shop to get a FREE lucky Dip Lotto! Two of her numbers came up again last Saturday. She now needs to go to Baldwins tomorrow for nobody had any essential oil of Lemon, she needs that, plus a bottle of Tincture of Myrrh and has remembered that she has run out of both the essential oils of Clove Bud and Cinnamon Bark.
NO chemicals get used in this place, partly because she hates the smell of them but more importantly because they ain't good for yours truly.. aka me. And, she makes a potion that kills all known evil germs.. dead.
We're waiting for a large pot vegetables to simmer down and become soft, they'll be moulied into a puree and put back into the stock in which they cooked, Soup-the-Loup is a deliciously warming thing to slurp on an evening like today, dried bits of sourdough bread get added along with a piece of cheese that's passed its' best.. this roughly grated over the top of the bowl add an extra tasty taste to the soup and saves waste.
We don't like waste of any kind and so she was extremely annoyed with herself when she found a huge pomegranate that had somehow escaped our eagle eyes, hidden itself behind a jug and gone soft. She'll cut it and see what it's like inside and you never know, it might just be what I'd love to play with, especially when all the white surfaces are so clean and shiny..
Pomegranate seeds.. juice.. Beaky flicking the juice.. white cabinets and their surfaces.. get my drift? She's incredibly tolerant about some of my behaviour.. thank goodness.
And here we are for the rest of the day, she see's absolutely NO point in going out there again for it is getting colder by the minute and so.. creak creak.. that drawbridge is coming up again.. creak creak.
Toodle pippip.. hey you folks out there.. stay safe.. drive / walk carefully on icy roads / pavements & stay warm.
GeeGee Parrot.
February 12th, 2016.
PostScript: That's the joy of Sourdough or Tuscan bread, they don't ever go bad as in mouldy, they just go rock hard and are perfect to add to a rough vegetable soup.
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