The sun is shining and the garden is very sheltered so the little chaps are fossicking around in the garden while I pretend to finish off the music list for next term.
Glad you had a good weekend @Puzzler.
I was off to Pilates first thing and came back via the audiology department at the local hospital to book in my aids for a service.
Part of this afternoon has been devoted to doing some on-line training for the Ramblers, and I'm now debating what to do next.
The customary cold wind from Kadath In Ye Cold Waste is still blowing across Arkland the Shrivelled, but at least there is Sun Shine. Cthulhu is merciful, sometimes...
COD n'CHIPS for Lunch. There are still no Pilchards in Tess Coe.
Just did my Sainsbury's order, and there are no pilchards listed on their website.
I do, fortunately, have 2 small tins left in the cupboard. I will save them for a rainy day.
Clothing dilemma: what to wear when it's hovering around 0° when you leave the house, and 15° when you're ambling home??? Not that I'm complaining - it's a beautiful evening.
Work was just about right today - just as I'd finished one voice file, someone would materialise with another one, and I finished the last one almost exactly on the stroke of 5 o'clock.
As I had a few bits and pieces that wanted using up, I've made a potato and chickpea curry for supper, and it's just about ready. The BEER to go with it is chilled and poured - happy piglet.
Sigh. If only I'd known it was No Housework Day. I spent most of it Dust Ing (my most hated domestic task), Voover Ing, Clean Ing the bathroom and kitchen and Iron Ing. OTOH I do appreciate having a hygienic home.
I love writing to-do lists. I'm really good at it. The problem is actually doing the stuff on my to-do lists. But I do love my lists. My master list is on my computer, in red. I colour change each item to purple once it's done. But I have subsidiary list on post-it notes scattered around, too.
Originally posted by @la vie en rouge I spent most of it Dust Ing (my most hated domestic task)
The North East Man only found out what dusting was last year. He had dusted stuff before that, but only fully understood it last year. Imagine a life in which you didn't need to understand "dusting." !
The North East Man only found out what dusting was last year. He had dusted stuff before that, but only fully understood it last year. Imagine a life in which you didn't need to understand "dusting." !
How is he on Advanced Dusting aka Polishing?
Dull start here has given way to bright sunshine - a bit delusive, as it's still nippy. I'll give it til after lunch, when I need to resume planting things. Pansies, verbena, begonia, clematis and rose down, mimulus, dianthus, nasturtium and marguerite to go.
Another lovely day today, though it was frosty first thing. I went out for coffee with friends this morning which was nice. This afternoon was supposed to be leafleting for the council elections, but there was a problem with the leaflets. They were in my friend's car and then her husband took the car to go out for the day with the leaflets still in it. I did some gardening instead.
I think old age is creeping up on me. This morning I sat on the edge of my bed, picked up my vest, turned it upside down, and started outting my feet through the armholes ... at which point sense prevailed!
I think old age is creeping up on me. This morning I sat on the edge of my bed, picked up my vest, turned it upside down, and started outting my feet through the armholes ... at which point sense prevailed!
I have to say I find this story somewhat reassuring....😍
I think old age is creeping up on me. This morning I sat on the edge of my bed, picked up my vest, turned it upside down, and started outting my feet through the armholes ... at which point sense prevailed!
You need to get Mrs BT programmed to bring you your morning coffee before you start trying to get dressed ...
The grandsons have learned how to climb stairs ...
Well done chaps!
Another fairly quiet day at work, with just the right amount of stuff to keep me out of mischief. This included hand-writing a docquet on a document that wouldn't go into the typewriter, in my best Tom Gourdie* hand (my boss has decided I have nice handwriting, and gets me to add signing particulars to things by flattering me about it). This was a Whole Nother Level though, as it involved writing things other than just the boss's name, the date and "Linlithgow", which I've got down to a fine art (if you'll pardon the pun, which you probably shouldn't).
* Tom Gourdie was a Scottish calligrapher who used to go round primary schools encouraging us to write beautifully, and I try (with varying amounts of success) to emulate his style.
Supper was part II of the veggie curry, and with a bit of tweaking, there should be enough for part III tomorrow.
Middle twanglet cooked me cajan chicken (pre prepped), sweet potato fries and veg. To save time for piano practice (accompanying the "gospel singers" on Easter Sunday is looming) and getting out to the lent course on time.
Very nice too
Dry, mostly Sun-Shiny, but still windy and dusty in Arkland the Desert.
Pilates was survived, to be followed by Shopp Ing, and a visit to the Arkland Office to pick up a large box full of new bits of Chimney for the Dragon. No less than eight Angels Of The Lord were on hand to help me at various times during that post-Pilates Expotition...
I think old age is creeping up on me. This morning I sat on the edge of my bed, picked up my vest, turned it upside down, and started outting my feet through the armholes ... at which point sense prevailed!
The mere possession of the vest is itself evidence of impending old age. Sorry.
I think old age is creeping up on me. This morning I sat on the edge of my bed, picked up my vest, turned it upside down, and started outting my feet through the armholes ... at which point sense prevailed!
The mere possession of the vest is itself evidence of impending old age. Sorry.
I've always used vests - while living in Britain, anyway. (BTW that's the UK meaning of the word - I think the US version is different).
As soon as I had to do my own washing, a question I asked myself was - What use is this thing? And I've never worn a vest since. Do string vests still exist? Why were they invented?
I love writing to-do lists. I'm really good at it.
Me too. I'll often write things that I've done on them, for the pleasure of ticking them off.
My father used to wear string vests. I've no idea whether they still exist. When we first got married Mr Nen was a vest wearer but I soon cured him of it; now he wears tee-shirts as an under-layer if needed - thermal ones in the winter.
The sun is so warm here that we sat on the patio with our coffee this morning, for the first time this year.
Our recent Challenging House Guests were absolute coffee addicts - "I need coffee" was their first greeting of the day (English wasn't their first language so not quite as rude as it sounds ) and we got through the beans at a startling rate. We inherited a whizzy coffee machine from our son-in-law when he upgraded his at Christmas and Mr Nen and I limit ourselves to one mugful from it each a day. He's in charge of its upkeep as it seems to be a tad high maintenance and I don't want another kitchen-related job, thank you .
I’ve had an unusual morning as I was interviewed by a TV documentary production team about having bipolar disorder. I don’t know yet if my contribution will be used or, if it is, whether my voice will be used or someone else will do the voiceover. I am now in limbo as I don’t have much to do until this evening, when I am teaching a youth studies tutorial. All that will change tomorrow though, when 4 piles of essays will arrive for urgent attention.
I’ve had an unusual morning as I was interviewed by a TV documentary production team about having bipolar disorder. I don’t know yet if my contribution will be used or, if it is, whether my voice will be used or someone else will do the voiceover. I am now in limbo as I don’t have much to do until this evening, when I am teaching a youth studies tutorial. All that will change tomorrow though, when 4 piles of essays will arrive for urgent attention.
Would Preparation H help? Or are piles of essays not that sort of pain in the arse?
My Old Mum used to insist on my going out in a clean vest and pants (beneath my outer clothes, of course) In Case I Got Run Over By A Bus...
TBF, none of our local bus operators were noted for Running Over Children.
A cold, dry, dusty day in Arkland the Chill, with no sign of the promised Sun Shine.
PIE n'CHIPS for lunch. Also WHISKEY (because I'm cold).
Actually if you ever do get run over by a bus, you really want to be wearing your bad underwear. Chances are the medics are going to get a big pair of scissors and cut your clothes off (to avoid injuring you more by removing them the normal way).
Actually if you ever do get run over by a bus, you really want to be wearing your bad underwear. Chances are the medics are going to get a big pair of scissors and cut your clothes off (to avoid injuring you more by removing them the normal way).
Indeed, but My Old Mum was more concerned with the proprieties than with my potential sufferings at the hands of the barbers and chirurgeons - this was all a Very Long Time Ago, before medics were invented.
Seriously, though, having one's clothing cut away is probably the least of one's worries, when suffering from injuries inflicted by a Bus, or from any other source of trauma...
Most of the Buses in the Town of my Youth were benign vehicles, with friendly faces. They usually had a driver at the front, and a conductor at the back (even the single-deckers on Our Route). Even the new single-deckers, with the engine under the floor, and the entrance at the front, had a conductor...
Alas, the link doesn't work - but yes, not unlike Bertie!
Something to do with the exposed radiators, the destination screen layout, and the front upper-deck windows...those of you familiar with Leyland's own bodywork will know what I mean.
I think David had just given up vest-wearing when we started seeing each other - I have a vague memory of him saying his mother would be horrified ...
It's another lovely day here: sun splitting the trees, and although still not exactly tropical, it's decidedly pleasant. According to the Met Office, it's going up to 18° tomorrow, which'll be nice.
Had the last instalment of the curry for supper; I defrosted and chucked in a packet of prawns from the freezer, and their presence made it just about the right size for a hungry greedy piglet.
I shall have to cook again tomorrow; if it's going to be as warm as they say, I'll have to start buying (or making) salads!
The first time my mother visited me at university I introduced her to my friends in Halls, and offered her a coffee. As I reached up for the jar of coffee on a shelf, a bit of bare flesh between top and trousers appeared. To the huge amusement of my Hall-mates she exclaimed Quine! You're not wearing a vest!
My ideal underwear is the sort that is suitable for going under a bus, and M&S seem to be moving away from that sort of thing. All I want is a plain cotton set of matching bra-and-knickers in an attractive, but not startling shade. Now M&S seem full of the sort of sets better described as "lingerie"; the sort of thing that would make the NE Man nervous if I bought any. Or, at the other extreme, they have the "fat and defeated by life" stuff in beige, black or white. They seem to have lost the middle ground that they were once so good at , the sort of thing that, were you to go under a bus and have to reveal all, would mark you out as a sensible woman, in nice matching underwear.
They've currently got bras in colours I like, but the matching knickers feature a "cheeky cutaway back." I want knickers that could be cut away in a medical emergency, not ones that are already cut away. Something is being lost in translation at Marks & Spencer.
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I was off to Pilates first thing and came back via the audiology department at the local hospital to book in my aids for a service.
Part of this afternoon has been devoted to doing some on-line training for the Ramblers, and I'm now debating what to do next.
COD n'CHIPS for Lunch. There are still no Pilchards in Tess Coe.
I do, fortunately, have 2 small tins left in the cupboard. I will save them for a rainy day.
Work was just about right today - just as I'd finished one voice file, someone would materialise with another one, and I finished the last one almost exactly on the stroke of 5 o'clock.
As I had a few bits and pieces that wanted using up, I've made a potato and chickpea curry for supper, and it's just about ready. The BEER to go with it is chilled and poured - happy piglet.
Never trust those who tell you ADHD is a superpower.
Originally posted by @la vie en rouge
I spent most of it Dust Ing (my most hated domestic task)
The North East Man only found out what dusting was last year. He had dusted stuff before that, but only fully understood it last year. Imagine a life in which you didn't need to understand "dusting." !
How is he on Advanced Dusting aka Polishing?
Dull start here has given way to bright sunshine - a bit delusive, as it's still nippy. I'll give it til after lunch, when I need to resume planting things. Pansies, verbena, begonia, clematis and rose down, mimulus, dianthus, nasturtium and marguerite to go.
Clear words are limited to No, S-id (me), Dee-Dee (all purpose for any male) and Dog (all quadrupeds).
ION I have started off the first batch of runner beans and have some sweet peas showing signs of life.
I have to say I find this story somewhat reassuring....😍
You need to get Mrs BT programmed to bring you your morning coffee before you start trying to get dressed ...
Well done chaps!
Another fairly quiet day at work, with just the right amount of stuff to keep me out of mischief. This included hand-writing a docquet on a document that wouldn't go into the typewriter, in my best Tom Gourdie* hand (my boss has decided I have nice handwriting, and gets me to add signing particulars to things by flattering me about it). This was a Whole Nother Level though, as it involved writing things other than just the boss's name, the date and "Linlithgow", which I've got down to a fine art (if you'll pardon the pun, which you probably shouldn't).
* Tom Gourdie was a Scottish calligrapher who used to go round primary schools encouraging us to write beautifully, and I try (with varying amounts of success) to emulate his style.
Supper was part II of the veggie curry, and with a bit of tweaking, there should be enough for part III tomorrow.
Very nice too
Pilates was survived, to be followed by Shopp Ing, and a visit to the Arkland Office to pick up a large box full of new bits of Chimney for the Dragon. No less than eight Angels Of The Lord were on hand to help me at various times during that post-Pilates Expotition...
SWEET n'SOUR CHICKEN (and Fries) for tea.
(And I seem to be the barista at Trainfan Mansions).
The mere possession of the vest is itself evidence of impending old age. Sorry.
I've always used vests - while living in Britain, anyway. (BTW that's the UK meaning of the word - I think the US version is different).
They were allegedly invented by Antarctic explorer Murray Levick, who was also the first person to record homosexual behaviour in Adelie penguins.
My father used to wear string vests. I've no idea whether they still exist. When we first got married Mr Nen was a vest wearer but I soon cured him of it; now he wears tee-shirts as an under-layer if needed - thermal ones in the winter.
The sun is so warm here that we sat on the patio with our coffee this morning, for the first time this year.
Our recent Challenging House Guests were absolute coffee addicts - "I need coffee" was their first greeting of the day (English wasn't their first language so not quite as rude as it sounds
I'm trying Illy beans at the moment. Not sure they are worth twice the price of Aldi's 🤔
Are string vests and homosexual penguins connected? Inquiring minds need to know!
(OK, they obviously are, by Mr Levick, but that's a cracking non sequiter)
Would Preparation H help? Or are piles of essays not that sort of pain in the arse?
The time of year is immaterial. The possession of a vest is the point.
TBF, none of our local bus operators were noted for Running Over Children.
A cold, dry, dusty day in Arkland the Chill, with no sign of the promised Sun Shine.
PIE n'CHIPS for lunch. Also WHISKEY (because I'm cold).
Indeed, but My Old Mum was more concerned with the proprieties than with my potential sufferings at the hands of the barbers and chirurgeons - this was all a Very Long Time Ago, before medics were invented.
Seriously, though, having one's clothing cut away is probably the least of one's worries, when suffering from injuries inflicted by a Bus, or from any other source of trauma...
Most of the Buses in the Town of my Youth were benign vehicles, with friendly faces. They usually had a driver at the front, and a conductor at the back (even the single-deckers on Our Route). Even the new single-deckers, with the engine under the floor, and the entrance at the front, had a conductor...
https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/ttte/images/2/22/MainBertieRWS.png/revision/latest?cb=20230625094725
Alas, the link doesn't work - but yes, not unlike Bertie!
Something to do with the exposed radiators, the destination screen layout, and the front upper-deck windows...those of you familiar with Leyland's own bodywork will know what I mean.
It's another lovely day here: sun splitting the trees, and although still not exactly tropical, it's decidedly pleasant. According to the Met Office, it's going up to 18° tomorrow, which'll be nice.
Had the last instalment of the curry for supper; I defrosted and chucked in a packet of prawns from the freezer, and their presence made it just about the right size for a hungry greedy piglet.
I shall have to cook again tomorrow; if it's going to be as warm as they say, I'll have to start buying (or making) salads!
My ideal underwear is the sort that is suitable for going under a bus, and M&S seem to be moving away from that sort of thing. All I want is a plain cotton set of matching bra-and-knickers in an attractive, but not startling shade. Now M&S seem full of the sort of sets better described as "lingerie"; the sort of thing that would make the NE Man nervous if I bought any. Or, at the other extreme, they have the "fat and defeated by life" stuff in beige, black or white. They seem to have lost the middle ground that they were once so good at , the sort of thing that, were you to go under a bus and have to reveal all, would mark you out as a sensible woman, in nice matching underwear.
They've currently got bras in colours I like, but the matching knickers feature a "cheeky cutaway back." I want knickers that could be cut away in a medical emergency, not ones that are already cut away. Something is being lost in translation at Marks & Spencer.