Attack of The Phlegm

You don’t want to know me today. Truly, you don’t. Why don’t you waddle on over here and be entertained instead? Or here, here, or here.

(Despite suffering an case of Incipient Death, knitting made progress yesterday and I am well rewarded by some magical progress figures at Ravelry: Ingrid made 20% complete, and the So-called Scarf is at halfway, even the desk mitts got moving last night and are about to leave the second cuff behind and speed up considerably. More of same today. Plus more hot toddys. Oh, and fish chips and mushy peas. Not sure how I got myself into that one. The peas are soaking. I need to thaw the fillets and make the batter. The jury is out on the subject of real chips v oven chips as the potatoes that we are getting at the moment are bloody awful tasteless ones. Does it matter? I can’t taste anything anyway.)

Recently, at the: Crooked House

Hot, hot, hot

I really am a poor blogger these days, aren’t I? Sorry. The notion that I would keep a Nature Diary here soon fell by the wayside. A pity, that. Perhaps I will try again next year, The thing is, we packed ourselves up and wandered off in the van again and when we came back we were, for various reasons, at a low ebb. Energy has been lacking and especially the mental variety. I amContinue readingHot, hot, hot

B-B-B-B-B-Bovril

B-B-B-B-B-Bovril

Having chosen to live in France, I try hard to live French. I really do not want to be that Brit – the one that moans how they can’t get such-and such in France or that some-other from the UK is better… Certainly, in my humble Brit opinion, there is so much here that is better than back in Blighty. Bread and butter for one two things, for instance. However, I do have a beef:Continue readingB-B-B-B-B-Bovril

Recent movements of the: Two Snails

It’s coming…

It’s coming…

We are getting ever closer to our new van. It is supposedly 13 days away. I say “supposedly” because we have been here before and I shall not quickly forget the horrors of last year when Mr Snail had to stay near Paris for several nights after travelling up on the train at 6am and… Continue reading It’s coming…

Well, that was unexpected…

Well, that was unexpected…

I was confiding that Heidi’s days with us are numbered, we had picked out our new van and that Mr Snail was taking her to Cognac to get a PX price… Things did not go to plan. Heidi was looking gorgeous, considering her age, and we both agreed that the fact that they had asked… Continue reading Well, that was unexpected…

One Comment

  1. SpinningGill
    November 29, 2008

    Do you still have a voice? I’ve lost mine completely! LOL (I also have “plegmy whemmy in the throaty woaty” (Blackadder)

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