Night

Ok we survived it.

I must say though in Mother's defence, she really doesn't cause much DISRUPTION. I mean searching for fresh bedding at all hours, scooping her up from the bathroom floor a hundred times a day, and keeping the Kitchen Towel industry going is hardly anything to moan about. IS IT?

Mother dear....She's a feisty old egg. Who, although, past her sell by date, is still floating....(Cooks will get this)

But Today is another glorious day.
One which will be filled with the looking at of bad foot by nursie and the cooking of a nice Bacon Joint:)

Talking of feet and bacon I would like to take this opportunity to say...

I love all my readers.


Singling out...

Nof and Mrs Nof. Mrs Nof, needleworker supreme and the sender of bags and hats. Nof the giver of fine lunches. Next one overdue mate.

The Manc. Penner of extraordinary mail. Some of which make my blood simmer.

The Man from the Met. AKA Blue. Owner of the best pair of Lallies in London. Love him to the point of exhaustion even though he don't listen to my records.

Mr Horsehound. Owner of the finest Confessional in all Christendom. His ears are my sanctuary.

My Sister-in Law. The divine Ms W. A joy. A luvvie. A youthful woman now residing near me.

Sweetie. Retired Constable. Santa all year round. A fine UPRIGHT gentleman.

The Duchess. A Lady in a far away kingdom, now with her dainty mitts around the neck of her Prince Charming. Way to go girl.

Terry. AKA er..... Terry. An old old friend, who doesn't age like the rest of us. A Follower whose comments leave me smiling/wondering... Thanks for your continued support and Fish. x

Jerry. A hardworking grandad man across the Pond who loves of all things British...Mostly telly:(

Moonbeam man. Librarian type who cooks with trimmed eyebrows. Mrs Moonbeam who offered her ears. What a gal.

And others...
Like John Grey. Chicken loving blogger bogged down in Wales or somewhere.
And family type people.

To all these extraordinary people I send, by First Class Mail, my ordinary Love. :)

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