Two hundred and seventy one. I think that’s about the number of ideas I
have for blog posts at the moment. But I
could be a few dozen out either way…
I haven’t got my photos edited yet. In fact, I
haven’t even downloaded the last couple of days of our holiday from the
camera. That’s how busy I’ve been. Yesterday the sun shone in the morning so
Son-who-watches-films and I got out into the garden and re-discovered the paths
and lowered a hedge or two so we could see over them. We cut the willow in the front garden so the
postman could get in without getting dripping leaves down his neck. And
Son-who-watches-films turned over his vegetable plot ready for more
planting.
We also disconnected the old washing machine
which died while Partner-who-loves-tea and I were away. It died in the middle of a wash so Son-w-w-f
was stuck trying to get his washing out. Eventually we managed to convince the
machine of the merits of moving on through the cycle and his socks emerged –
soaking wet but at least we’d got them back without having to use a tin-opener. Foolishly I then decided to try another wash
to see if it would behave. It has stuck on us before but a flick of the start
button has always moved it on until now.
It took me another day to get the blasted thing to disgorge its contents
and when it finally did they were unwashed and soaking wet. A new machine is now on its way so we will
have to survive the next eight days on what clean clothes we have. I won’t mention – yet again – my foolish
attack on the Gods of Data Transfer and other technology back in January…
I have had the pleasurable job of looking at
all the postcards that arrived while I was away and sending thank yous to those
postcrossers and friends who had taken special care to send me lovely
cards. All cards are gratefully received
(and were acknowledged without me seeing them while I was away) but some are
particularly nice and deserve a second thank you. (My Spillchucker rejects the
idea of writing thank you in the plural because ‘yous’ is not a word. But then again trying to run the two words together
as ‘thankyous’ also got rejected. It’s
obviously an ungrateful Spillchucker!) .
Among the blog postings I want to do are a
couple of ones about Hebridean flowers, one of the beautiful beach at Arisaig,
a piece about sheep, a book review summary, a diatribe about the iniquities of Kenco
coffee packaging… Oh dear, there are so many. In the meantime I'll leave you with a few pictures from Annandale Water Service Station on the M74.
When I itches, I scratches.
So how long can YOU stand on one leg?
As long as you, any day!
There's a head in there somewhere!
Would anyone like a sandwich?
Every girl needs a mirror.
That's a big wake for a little girl.
Did someone say 'Bread'?
Look out, here come more of the big guys...
Now I’d better answer a few
e-mails. Bye.
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In the South, we used to say y'all for the plural of YOU, but now everyone says YOU GUYS.
ReplyDeleteI still find it hard to say that, old habits die hard.
If you drop that bread in the water and the fish eat it, are they breaded fish?
I suppose that depends upon whether, if you hit a fish, it becomes battered!
DeleteI love your running dialogues for the animal photos! Glad you're home safe and sound, whilst your brother is gallivanting.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, the breaded and battered comments hit my funny bone. You all are good. Love the duck photos and the commentary.
ReplyDeleteOh dear, the death of a washing machine can be quite traumatic... I hope the new one will arrive soon! While you are waiting and have to make do with what clean clothes you have, I am sure you'll discover some items in your wardrobe you have not been wearing in a long time. That can be fun!
ReplyDeleteThe problem with that, Meike, is that they seem to have shrunk while hanging in the wardrobe. (I'm sure it can't be that I've put weight on, can it?)
DeleteOnce again you make laughing out loud so easy!
ReplyDeleteLoved, loved, and loved it some more.
I think "yous" is a word if you're from the Bronx or Brooklyn in New York. As in, "yous guys better watch your step!" :o)
ReplyDeleteWith apologies to all my New Yorker friends, xoxox
As GB points out it's Scouse as well but I think it needs an 'e' at the end.
DeleteHi! Thanks so much for visiting my blog. I love all your pics...so fun! I feel your pain with the washing machine. We actually have a new one that just needs to be installed. The old one still works but it's very noisy...so am I but do I need replaced? (Don't ask my friends that question!) I'm enjoying your posts and I hope you don't mind if I follow and come back for more visits...have a good weekend!
ReplyDeleteThe more followers the better, Yaya, and, as you will read in the next post, I'm following you too!
DeleteYour Spillchucker wasn't a Scouse one then or it would have recognised yous (or perhaps youse).
ReplyDeleteNo, GB, it doesn't recognise jigger either! It would probsbly have needed the 'e' though as you suggested!
DeleteSorry to hear about the death of your washing machine.
ReplyDeleteI guess a new one was in order, especially if you have had it a long time, and as we say here, "didn't owe you anything."
In the meanwhile, you just may set a trend (again) wearing different coloured socks.
Loved the duck commentary for the cute ducks.
Glad you got some gardening done...do you want to come help me with mine? With all the rain we've been having, everything needs trimming or cutting or pulling, and there should be a window of opportunity tomorrow with some sunshine all day.
I'll have to come to help with yours. We've got rain with more forecast so there's not much chance of getting any done here!
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