Oh, I say.
there’s a lot of rapping going on around here today!
There sure is a whole lot of wrapping going on here, washing wrapping around me face, the wind is doing 110 K at the moment and all the washing from next door is blowing into my garden, they are all working girls living there and two pairs of knickers and a black bra slapped me straight in the face when I went out to put stuff into the bin, I put them in a plastic bag and asked Phyllis to give them back to the girls when they come in from work, I certainly not going to knock at their door and ask them if they have lost their knickers recently.
I’ve been watching old Alfred Hitchcock Presents TV programs on utube, great little tales of the unexpected, some here are old enough to remember when they first went out, there was the pencil drawn profile of himself then the music which went something like this “de dum de deele de dum de dum…” finally followed by “Good Evening”
He was talking about condensed foods, last night in the introduction, you know, the just add water craze that dominated fast foods in the late 50’s. then came the big one, the “TV dinner” that had a good innings, but just as video killed the radio star, the pizza pie killed the video dinner.
Come to think of it I never had a TV dinner, if you missed dinner in our house back then it was reheated over and over and shoved up to your face until you finally ate it, you wouldn’t get anything else if you didn’t eat it, how my dear old mother managed a housefull of kids and a husband in hospital with TB I’ll never know, God bless her, she managed to keep the five of us together all through our childhood years.
Oh God I still remember that horrible skin that formed on potatoes from reheating them on a plate atop a boiling pot of water covered with the lid.
Thanks for your help! I’ve found my pyjamas. I was wearing them.
Glad you found them Ciderman.
I don’t know how you wear pyjamas, I’ve always slept in me underpants and nothing else, even as a kid I couldn’t stand them on me in bed.
All this in and out of Europe thing is getting everyone on edge, so confusing.
Take my good woman, when we first changed over from ounces, pounds and stones to Kilos she was bamboozled, she would normally buy Kerry Pinks or King Edward potatoes (Imagine being called after a potato, I’m sure king eddy got a slagging over that in his day), when she got to the greengrocer she asked him for half a stone of King Edwards, he said that he only does Kilos now. “Alright then, give us half a stone of Kilos, I just hope they’re as floury as the King Edwards” ;-)
Ciders, I need your help. I think I’ve killed a Thread!!
No threads in my pyjamas Spitty. That’s assuming I have pyjamas of course. Like Jem I am devoid of pyjamas in the normally accepted style. Mine are shorts. I only wear proper pyjamas when I visit the Queen.
I have no PJ’s, just a Pseudo Silk Kimono.
I wear nothing to bed, my hot flushes keep me warm.
Are you Soylent?
I could heat your house at night.
I hate them!
We already have a fan, and the window open, you can bugger off with your latent heat.
I might be handy to toast your hot cross buns.
Not in the Bedroom though, maybe in the Kitchen.
oh god Jem ya such a lucky guy at times - clean female underwear wrapping around ya face pity ya didnt get phyllis to take some photos! and ya missed a good chance there taking the stuff back yaself - god if I’d have been staying with ya I would have frogged marched ya there and had a great time handing them over one by one very slowly and making low murmuring noises!!
or his toad in the hole??
Oh I say.
I might get battered.
That is Cheesy, or Fishy, Omega 3 full either way.
I hope you are not ganging up with yourself.
You should know by now Spitty don’t do Tag.