I’m not sure you belong in this thread. Your brain’s not fogged enough Poll.
I had to spend about 15 minutes searching back through all the previous posts to find the mention of Switzerland. (And for those of you, who like me can’t remember what they had for lunch never mind the relevance of Switzerland, it was part of ADs story line that featured slugs!)
Obviously Poppy won’t be able to comment on this because she’s lost her Z.
Are you hanging, upside-down, from the ceiling as you type?
If so this could explain your missing letters. They are dropping off and may be found under your nightstand/credenza/billiard table/Ottoman.
I had this happen a lot until I poured very sugary coffee over the keyboard. Nothing comes off now, but it is getting rather hairy and small green things are growing out of it.
Never been to swizzzzerland but hear they have nice chocolate and snow. I like its too wet to woo.
Seem to have a bunged up nose to go with very foggy brain. It’s a good thing it’s a frog not a natterjack toad as would be forced to close the whole thing down. Why does one nostril always get more more bunged up than the other…need to let the light in, it’s out there somewhere …another ear worm bit
I was sent to work in Switzerland twice, only for a couple of days. Couldn’t find a darned thing to eat, all canapes, bits of things, pretty things, not a decent plateful of stuff anywhere. It was nice, very clean, polished and I couldn’t wait to get home. Same with Paris, blah shove Paris. All bread and cheese (nightmare). Pastry for breakfast (oh crikey), Came back each time with a dough belly baby and a hankering for salad and a proper English breakfast. Always got on well with the taxi drivers who were Chinese as when I am tired I look a bit Chinese so they would chatter in their own language expecting me to reply. I think it was the fear of flying that made my face crunch up a bit and it didn’t recover till about 24 hours later when I would be back on the damn thing again growing more grey hairs.
I love our country, it is ace to love one’s country. Fog and socks included.
Happy February folks, feeling a bit mischevious today for some reason so the pain level must be low. (Sorry spelling is terrible lately and the spellchecker won’t). er work.
I’ll read pretty much anything except romance, horror and Westerns. I don’t read many war books, although I enjoyed the first two books of Ken Follett’s Century trilogy, set during the two World Wars. They’re more about people during the wars rather than the wars themselves, though.
I’ve just watched an episode of Elizabeth R. It was about the plot to put Mary Queen of Scots on the throne and had me reaching for my copy of Antonia Fraser’s book on the subject. I’d forgotten how thick it is - over 700 pages. I think I’ll buy it on Kindle when I can afford it.
When l bring the milk bottles in - [yes, we still have a milkman] - this time of year they often have slugs climbing up them. Now l am not afraid of slugs - but hate to feel them in my hand - and dread to think l might of harmed one. So, l put the light on and look to see where they are and carefully dislodge them onto the plants outside. Milkman delivers at night. Never seem him.
What happened to having your milk tops pecked by Blue Tits.
Have you read the last of the Century Trilogy? I didn’t think it was a patch on the first two. The first one was definitely the best. I loved it, and (mostly) managed to remember the story, although I have read it twice, cos after the first time, I’d forgotten half the personal details. Obviously I knew who won the war!! That didn’t really come as much of a surprise to me!
I read nearly every genre. Although I’m finding it increasingly difficult to remember the plot of anything, but at least it’s cheaper, I can just start all over again, and I do. Even books I read last year.
In fact, AD almost made me re-read Stranger in a Strange Land yesterday after his women, cats & MS misquotation. Until I read the first bit and remembered how dated it is. I still might do one day, I’m certain to re-read The Moon is a Harsh Mistress again anyway, it’s great. I love Science Fiction. And history, and thrillers. But my Kindle is my most treasured possession. I wouldn’t read a 700 page book unless it was on my Kindle.
I lived in a house many years ago that was infested with slugs. There is nothing quite so awful as getting up for a wee in the night and treading on a slug. (Sorry Slug, hopefully none of your relatives!)
Frances! I’m shocked at your care for slugs! Apart them being disgusting to look at, they can kill our doggies if they lick or eat one. You must know this!
Plus they’ll desimate any plants given the chance. Horrible horrible creatures!
Poll, l could never knowingly kill any creature - big or small.
l am not religious. ln fact l am an atheist. Just think any living creature has a right to life.
Yet, l answered correctly all the bible quotation questions on University Challenge the other night.
A ‘supply’ history teacher just got a very easy question wrong on Pointless - Why put yourself in this position. Can you imagine what her pupils will think. ‘Surplus’ Teacher from now on.
I would normally never kill anything. Years ago I did kill quite a few slugs I must admit, but in my defence, I was 19 and they were invading my house.
But … tonight, we have made some pesto, using a bag af basil. Easily done, chuck basil, pine nuts, garlic, Parmesan and olive oil in a mini chopper, switch on and it’s done. Even someone as challenged as me (these days Mr Sssue is head chef) can make it. However, I was taking the basil out of the sealed plastic bag it arrived in and suddenly saw a spider run from the basil across the worktop.
I like spiders, I would never kill a spider, and in my more mobile days would happily pick up a spider in my hand and put it outside (Mr Sssue is actually not as brave as me) but then I thought - where did the basil come from? The packet said South Africa, my worries were a) what about the indigenous spiders? b) could a little South African spider inflict a nasty bite? and c) could it hurt the cat?
So I had to get the head chef to get the hoover, vacuum it up, put hoover (ok Dyson) contents into a rubbish bag, securely tie it up and put it out.
Therefore I believe tonight I have been instrumental in causing the death of a spider.