We had a family gathering yesterday. A story:
My father-in-law was in the Royal Navy, and around 1940 was training at Scapa Flow, Orkney.
He got a very scarce and overdue 48-hour pass to have some home leave.
He went home on the train (wartime, blackout conditions) to his home in Folkestone, Kent.
He went to the pictures, a rare treat. While there, he received a message, projected onto the screen in the cinema, that Leading Seaman **** had to report at once to base, for duty. He left the cinema, went home, got his kit, and got the first train north to Orkney via Edinburgh.
When he reached Orkney, he was informed that his unit had left, and he should join his ship at Southampton without delay.
We still laugh about that.
Were the peanuts wrapped in anything?
Sounds yummy though...
I am very common - the 'what was the last thing in your mouth' thread attests to that.
My amuse bouches are always things like Dandelion and Burdock, maltesers, wheetabix, porridge, chippy, curry, poppadoms...
They always have things like 'the left testicle of a tibetan mountain goat encased in a sun-ripened tomato, swallowed by an albino quail, served with a piquant sauce of caperberries and lark spit'.
I did not lift up the winciette, suspeners! It merely wafted when I trumped!
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Let's push the envelope.
Did it squeak due to you having forgotten to take your Senecod or did it echo around the porcelain in a euphonium b-flat without any tremolando fluttering of the sphincter flaps on the heat shield of Starship Enterprise.
It was C sharp...
Should that have an 'e' on the end?
I'm off for a whole week!
Having a new bathroom put in - yipee!
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New bathroom, hooray. Nice one, Smorgs.
The breads were a big naan with some tomato-ey paste dressing, and a big soft homebaked ciabatta, I'm told.
I also got told off for eating too much of it.
Okay I recorded Match of the Day 2 last night and after breakfast I will have a look at how ManU managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory yesterday.
Well done Sven, freeman of the city. Thou shalt be king hereafter.
Sven, Sven, glorious Sven
Bought a cheer and a tear to 'blue' fed up men
After 32 years of sorrow
A cup will surely follow
And we'll all put it down to the
Gloooooooooooorius Sven
Need I say to which tune?
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'till I'm a veteran member!
Found a conker yesterday.
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It had fallen from a conker tree.
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It still being summer like.
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There's a definite whiff of Autumn in the air.
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'appen I'd better get dressed then.
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Ahhh, tracky bottoms feel so good against one's skin...
...and what's this? An overly large T-shirt with RELAX on it?
Fine apparel for a Laydee of social standing like what I am.
TTFN
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