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Got to love a rustic sausage - they are all the rage in posh Charcuterie outlets.
Got to love a rustic sausage - they are all the rage in posh Charcuterie outlets.Em was in yesterday afternoon. "Gran," she said, "what kind of a dog do you think I would be?" Now, she doesn't look like any kind of dog, to be honest. She's a very pretty girl/budding young woman. "Oh, I don't know - something friendly and energetic." "I think I would be a husky. They're energetic and very friendly." Fine. For myself, I'm not so sure about the friendly, but still...
"I think you would be a golden labrador," she decides, head on one side, considering. Not sure I get the reasoning on that. "Why?" "Because you are kind, and loving and sweet - just like Bella was. And you are stiff and sore, and Bella was too, and she wasn't even as old as you, so she would have got worse, like you." Right, I get it.
"Mum would be a pug - not very big, but friendly and has problems breathing sometimes. Pugs can be a bit yappy/snappy and so can Mum, if she thinks someone is being unkind or unfair."
* "Dad would be a St Bernard. Big and kind and helpful and clever."
* "Braidie (teenage brother) would be a mastiff." No reason given on that.
* "Jo (brother in his 20's) would be an alsatian." I can't see that at all. Jo is a charmer but still not really grown up yet.
* "Ellie (big sister, in her 20's) would be a spaniel. She's energetic and a bit crazy."
I couldn't resist asking, "What about Neil?" She gave that some thought. A dog-like personality for Neil doesn't easily come to mind. "A lone wolf!" she decides.
So that's us all summed up.
BG at 3 am today was 10.9. Risen into the 11's now. Just on my 2nd cup of tea and trying to get some energy together to make a start on dishes I left last night after making and cooking some sausages - includes the gadget for filling skins which was an abject failure because it requires some strength in the arms to push the mixture through and it requires the skins not to break under the pressure, so the sausages are all sizes and shaped by hand. I've decided to call them "rustic sausages".
Like the summing up of your dog personalities!Em was in yesterday afternoon. "Gran," she said, "what kind of a dog do you think I would be?" Now, she doesn't look like any kind of dog, to be honest. She's a very pretty girl/budding young woman. "Oh, I don't know - something friendly and energetic." "I think I would be a husky. They're energetic and very friendly." Fine. For myself, I'm not so sure about the friendly, but still...
"I think you would be a golden labrador," she decides, head on one side, considering. Not sure I get the reasoning on that. "Why?" "Because you are kind, and loving and sweet - just like Bella was. And you are stiff and sore, and Bella was too, and she wasn't even as old as you, so she would have got worse, like you." Right, I get it.
"Mum would be a pug - not very big, but friendly and has problems breathing sometimes. Pugs can be a bit yappy/snappy and so can Mum, if she thinks someone is being unkind or unfair."
* "Dad would be a St Bernard. Big and kind and helpful and clever."
* "Braidie (teenage brother) would be a mastiff." No reason given on that.
* "Jo (brother in his 20's) would be an alsatian." I can't see that at all. Jo is a charmer but still not really grown up yet.
* "Ellie (big sister, in her 20's) would be a spaniel. She's energetic and a bit crazy."
I couldn't resist asking, "What about Neil?" She gave that some thought. A dog-like personality for Neil doesn't easily come to mind. "A lone wolf!" she decides.
So that's us all summed up.
BG at 3 am today was 10.9. Risen into the 11's now. Just on my 2nd cup of tea and trying to get some energy together to make a start on dishes I left last night after making and cooking some sausages - includes the gadget for filling skins which was an abject failure because it requires some strength in the arms to push the mixture through and it requires the skins not to break under the pressure, so the sausages are all sizes and shaped by hand. I've decided to call them "rustic sausages".
Yes, a day where me comes first today...Morning all from a guess how many layers start to SSSday here in L.A. I've gone with 3 lightweight ones. How you 'doin? The long wait for optimistically named mixed, dry recyclables din collection is over - huzzah. Much as I feel Sainsbury's has become sub par for its position in the grocery market I have had two very good rump steaks from the local store lately and I don't generally like that cut so that is to their credit. @gennepher thanks for the photo and video. I hope you can fit some time for yourself into that busy schedule. Do what you gotta do today everyone but with love for all concerned. Love your neighbour as yourself not instead of or more then. Reminds me, I want more tea (black Darjeeling until fast is over) whether I actually need n litres of fluid a day or not. My body functions best when uberhydrated. Be good to yourself folks.
Creative thinking there! Why is there no emoji for "astonished"?That Coffey lady has excelled herself she has come the conclusion the pollution in the creek of her east Suffolk seat is due to wild birds, not sewage or farming!
You really helped your friend @gennepher. She would have always regretted not choosing the undertaker she really wanted - so it was so good that you were there to support her.My peaceful day to myself did not work out. My friend who's mum died went in full blown panic attack, and no relatives nearby to help out. No one was being helpful, and wanted to do the opposite of what my friend wanted, but they were not organising and leaving it all to my friend.
All I could do was ask a series of questions of my friend and of her mum. Very shortly we narrowed it down to two female undertakers. I can't read or speak Dutch, so I was going by photos and brochures and reviews which Google Translate helped me with. We both chose the same female undertaker. She told her family, but they said no we want the other female undertaker, but they weren't helping out with this in any way. Meltdown from my friend again. She wanted the undertaker we both chose.
Tell your family the other undertaker was unavailable, I told her. They are not going to phone and check. And phone the one you want. So my friend did. And the ball is rolling now, the female undertaker has been, my friend likes her.
I now have knots in my stomach because a part of me feels like I have interfered in a way...
It's not even funny any more.@Annb wonderful of Em to connect all those human traits to types of dog. Also well done yourself for making sausages - Artisanal Charcuterie is very on point. @dunelm thanks for sharing the latest art, hug for the need for pain killers. @Krystyna23040 good news on the latest jab and pre-course coffee. Talking of Coffey and Suffolk, @lindisfel that comes straight from the Brexit opportunities/all the fault of the woke/1000+ plus councilors lost triumph/Truss was right/gaslight central playbook. Why is anyone surprised/shocked or expecting anything else any more?
The scary thing is 25% or so of the electorate (in England) seem to buy it or are just so tribal it doesn't matter what is said or done. The owners of what passes for news media see clickbait/viewers/advertising revenue in it - Fox news model. Cost of damages are just business costs and impact on society doesn't show up in the accounts or pay dividends.It's not even funny any more.
Getting rather precarious, these towers...some scaffolding needed @dunelmGood morning everyone on a bit of a damp squib of a start to the day here in the dark and dangerous north. There is a plan for today. I have been informed of what the plan is. Unfortunately the ladies of the house (Mrs Miggins and The Girl In The Bubble [GITB]) are still at boudoir. This is a good thing because the first line of the plan mentions meeting up for breakfast before said GITB goes to school - she only attends afternoons on Fridays. The later the meet up for breakfast, the happier the day. I think that we are going to Whitby this afternoon but like all plans, as soon as you cross the start line, things become a changeable feast and stomping around anywhere with up bits and down bits requires the assistance of some serious pain relief - tramadol is the the new crampon. Enough of this nonsense. Art bit - a new sketch. Enjoy your day. Call it whatever you like, it’s all made up. Koffy, must make some koffy.
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Thank you @Krystyna23040You really helped your friend @gennepher. She would have always regretted not choosing the undertaker she really wanted - so it was so good that you were there to support her.
You are so right Ian. I don't understand how we got here though. Why don't people see that real life isn't about money grabbing? I'm not spectacularly bright, but I can see it. Maybe because we didn't have much, as children so money became less important. I must admit though, much as I love him, my very right wing brother has managed to gather quite a lot of the world's resources around himself, as have both his children, unlike me and mine.The scary thing is 25% or so of the electorate (in England) seem to buy it or are just so tribal it doesn't matter what is said or done. The owners of what passes for news media see clickbait/viewers/advertising revenue in it - Fox news model. Cost of damages are just business costs and impact on society doesn't show up in the accounts or pay dividends.
Thatcher - other answers are available but won't win today's jackpot.You are so right Ian. I don't understand how we got here though. Why don't people see that real life isn't about money grabbing? I'm not spectacularly bright, but I can see it. Maybe because we didn't have much, as children so money became less important. I must admit though, much as I love him, my very right wing brother has managed to gather quite a lot of the world's resources around himself, as have both his children, unlike me and mine.
Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't mind having a bit of money behind me, but not at this cost to society and the environment.
Don't get me started on lotteries, raffles, gambling and the like! All I see and hear, is about greed. Thatcher only embodied what was going wrong - she wouldn't have been elected otherwise. It's us, as a society, that has taken a wrong turn somewhere. It's my generation that is responsible, but only to the extent that our parents' generation taught us to be. And they, theirs, I suppose. Not sure when it started to go wrong.Thatcher - other answers are available but won't win today's jackpot.
True up to a point. Baldwin, the C of E and media wouldn't have allowed last Saturday. I'm not arguing against having a divorced King or Queen, just saying attitudes change. Without going full on Larkin people do question previous generation's "truths." Faith in the City (not her faith in The City) was published in 1985 and she and her followers basically declared war on the C of E for being Marxists. Remarkably similar to how they have turned on Welby this week. Goodness knows what people today make of Deuteronomy 22.5Don't get me started on lotteries, raffles, gambling and the like! All I see and hear, is about greed. Thatcher only embodied what was going wrong - she wouldn't have been elected otherwise. It's us, as a society, that has taken a wrong turn somewhere. It's my generation that is responsible, but only to the extent that our parents' generation taught us to be. And they, theirs, I suppose. Not sure when it started to go wrong.
Neil, as a teenager, explaining his non-violent attitude, would say "violence breeds violence", and he was right. I suppose, using the same logic, greed breeds greed. And it's that greed that has brought us to this point.
Not sure what they would make of any of that chapter. Can we pick and choose? I wear trousers most of the time - not the kind that Neil would wear, but trousers. And in other cultures, men wear robes which in other cultures belong to women. In Scotland, men sometimes wear "skirts". That instruction is meant for a time when other cultures were not known. The rest makes a lot of sense.True up to a point. Baldwin, the C of E and media wouldn't have allowed last Saturday. I'm not arguing against having a divorced King or Queen, just saying attitudes change. Without going full on Larkin people do question previous generation's "truths." Faith in the City (not her faith in The City) was published in 1985 and she and her followers basically declared war on the C of E for being Marxists. Remarkably similar to how they have turned on Welby this week. Goodness knows what people today make of Deuteronomy 22.5
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