Shop ’til you drop

Mr L came back to bed this morning with an armful of packages that had just arrived in the post. I was envious. I rarely get parcels in the post. It seems that, you know, you actually have to buy stuff. The recent flurry of spending was nice and it did bring goodies for me to open but now I have the bug and am pining for packages. So, I think I may do some shopping later.

Only…

… I can’t think of anything that I actually need. Except for  a new whistle for the camping kettle.

There was a time when you could just pop into Woollies to buy a kettle whistle – believe me, I know because that was my counter when I had a Saturday job in Woollies. Actually, I ran two counters and was in weekend charge of not only the household plastics (washing up bowls, buckets etc.) but also the pots and pans and china goods. Remember white pudding basins and blue and white hooped china bowls and mugs? All mine. A brown teapot? Yup. That was me. Wooden spoons, likewise. And whistling kettles and spare whistles.

I digress.

One of Mr L’s goodies today was not unrelated to the desired whistle.

Bright Spark
Bright Spark

It’s a toaster gizmo for Brunhilde’s kitchen, to enable breakfast toast. That’ll be good.

Treacle was poorly yesterday and Mr L took him to visit the vet. Loaded with steroids and antibiotics,  the wee chap is feeling much better now. It’s just as well as Teddy has been feeling Treacle’s absence and was very down in the dumps himself yesterday.

All alone
All alone

Okeydokey. I think I’ll just wind 800 grams of yarn

Purple
Purple

and then I shall see about buying myself a nice camera rucksack.

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Bare Naked

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A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

I am lagging on the Month in the Country prompts, and lagging badly at that. I have a list of prompts t be caught up on and I shall be working my way through them here, or at Scattered Thoughts depending on where the post most naturally sits. I have elected to tackle the prompts not in date order necessarily but to seize upon prompts that offer me space in which to write down the things that I am feeling the need to say. Even if I need to crowbar it in. The thing is, I am going to continue to be short of time and space in which to write and so a two-for-one is useful and I hope to do as many of those as I can. Seems like a plan? … Continue readingA Month in France: Nothing is Lost

Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots

October 22, 2020 at 01:21PM

Ah, the windy highway. The last time we came down here our awning blew open… Thankfully it’s not even close to being that windy today. Phew. Not so good now that the tolls have been removed and there are HGVs to contend with. A bit macho, your Spanish lorry driver.. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

October 22, 2020 at 12:22PM

Rather a different day today but still warm, with 24 degrees expected by the time that we reach Ribamar. Those Happy Hour beers will be tempting. Shopped this morning before leaving, to find the Christmas Turron had arrived overnight. I confess; we spent an inordinate amount on Turron and chocolate. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

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