Peggy's Mundane Thread

Peggy wrote:

I have nothing mundane to report for the foreseeable future, as my elderly mum is moving house.

I will, however, endeavour to continue the two bananas a day diet, to tend my tomato plants, and to go to the Co-op and/or the post office as necessary.

and eat cauliflower cheese

Today I have been mostly doing manual handling.

Not sure whether to have cauliflower cheese for tea now.

My hands hurt today.

Really, really hurt.

Peggy wrote:

My hands hurt today.

Really, really hurt.

I've sent you a painting related mundane message on Facebook Peggy.

Greenjock wrote:

I've sent you a painting related mundane message on Facebook Peggy.

That is NOT mundane, Jock. Two points off.

It even hurts to type

Sorry, don't reply until they're better. There really is no rush. I'm just excited at the idea of commissioning a piece of artwork

Greenjock wrote:

Sorry, don't reply until they're better. There really is no rush. I'm just excited at the idea of commissioning a piece of artwork

Got to go and do more manual handling (which is what made my hands hurt) but I've read your message thanks to the power of facebook emails and will reply later

My hands aren't hurting quite so much now.

My arms, shoulders, back, stomach muscles, legs and head are, though.

And I still didn't have cauliflower cheese for tea.

Lovely beach weather again today

The sun is out in Guz this afternoon

No the rain has stopped here it's lovely drying weather

Old saying rain before 7 clear before 11

Lady muscles and bingo wings.

It's not a good look, is it?

Still, at least the suns shining

"You have no new messages"

How dispiriting is that?

Rejoice, Rejoice!

tonycholwell wrote:

Rejoice, Rejoice!

Sounds like Thatcher

pepsipete wrote:

tonycholwell wrote:

Rejoice, Rejoice!

Sounds like Thatcher

Probably me after Thatchers:)

And to complete the irony, Thatchers are based in Sandford!

tonycholwell wrote:

"You have no new messages"

How dispiriting is that?

No news is good news, unless it's because of a power cut.

Greenjock wrote:

tonycholwell wrote:

"You have no new messages"

How dispiriting is that?

No news is good news, unless it's because of a power cut.

Hmmm, my wife has been gone 1 hour and 15 minutes and still not phoned to say she is lost.

RecordBreaker!

Farewell belatedly Roy Castle

(sigh)

tonycholwell wrote:

Greenjock wrote:

tonycholwell wrote:

"You have no new messages"

How dispiriting is that?

No news is good news, unless it's because of a power cut.

Hmmm, my wife has been gone 1 hour and 15 minutes and still not phoned to say she is lost.

RecordBreaker!

Farewell belatedly Roy Castle

(sigh)

Terrible I know but it did make me chuckle at the time when someone asked what castle was damaged by smoke in 1992, and the answer was Roy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jzWRYr-b_Y

One of the family history web-sites I have belonged to has just sent me a message with details of my ex-wife saying, "Are you related to this person?"

knecht wrote:

One of the family history web-sites I have belonged to has just sent me a message with details of my ex-wife saying, "Are you related to this person?"

tonycholwell wrote:

pepsipete wrote:

tonycholwell wrote:

Rejoice, Rejoice!

Sounds like Thatcher

Probably me after Thatchers:)

And to complete the irony, Thatchers are based in Sandford!

I much prefer Sandford Orchard cider... hic

When you put bleach on maggots, they thrash around quite a bit before mostly dying. Then, when you pour boiling water on them, they expand to about three times their size.

I know this, because I was going to do a chicken curry on monday, but when I opened the chicken breast, it was off. The smell was pretty awful, and the chicken went straight in the (outside wheelie) bin.

I've gone out to the bin this afternoon, opened the lid, and was nearly knocked out by the stench. Now, I'm not expecting the smell to have got any better (since monday), but what I couldn't figure out was why, at the bottom of the bin, there were about 15-20 sizeable maggots festering there. I'm pretty sure they weren't there on Monday.

I can't help but think that they were somehow already in the chicken. It was Tesco's pre-packed breast, and it wasn't out of date either.

Quite frankly, the thought of handling a pre-packed breast any time soon, repulses me.