Thursday, 21 May 2015

Thin Lips On High Street

It's  lovely sunny day today and I'm wearing my best scotch egg T shirt!
I have tried to catch up with Flower Show paper work on the kitchen table but keep on getting interupted

Old Trevor next door wanted me to weed one of his flower beds, so I 've done that, then I had to scoot around the Flower Show Committeee to change the date of the next meeting from the 3rd of June to the 2nd because of a double booking.
Auntie Gladys was just serving up a pie and custard pudding to Audrey Jones when I called round to ask her if it was ok to change the meeting ( they were both off to the Friendship Group meeting at the Hall this afternoon)
" this year is my 43rd show" she reminded me as she soaked the pots.

I was walking back home when a very pinched Mz X caught up with me. She wanted to pay me for
some eggs, a payment I had overlooked ever since she had made it perfectly clear that she
was unable to celebrate our marriage back in March . Ever since then I had stopped delivering eggs to
her and like any good middle aged old Queen scourned , I had made it very clear that her dissaproval would not be tolerated by being all prissy and tight lipped.
The payment was made to me and our cool interaction  very much reminded me of two teenage  girls flicking hair at each other over a spat over a boy.........

I laughed at my behaviour all the way home! I can be such a silly sod

BTW (I'm off to slimming World tomorrow.....while I was digging Trevor's flower  bed I burst a seam in my combats!"
Hey ho

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  1. Hey ho, indeed you far-away friend. (At least in my imagination.)

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  2. I think you were much more civil to Mz X than I would have been ... even with the hair flips!

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    1. NO ONE PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER,!

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  3. John Gray you look like a very organized person. And, weeding for a neighbor? I can't believe it. You must be Super Scotch Egg Welsh Man. I don't know a soul, besides you, that would do that. What a guy!

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  4. Love the shirt and I was just thinking you were looking slighter ~ but what would I know.

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  5. We want to see not only your "best" Scotch egg T-shirt but all the others, too. Please wear one a day and photograph it, until you run out :)

    You've done it again - taken your everyday life and spun it into gold for your readers. Thank you for continuing to do that!

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  6. How stereotypicaly correct for Ms X to be sure the accounts are straight. I feel her pain. I was offended to the bone by a shopkeeper in town and have not set foot in the store again. However, they deal in hard to find building supplies, and my contractor bought much of the wood for my new bathroom there. My contractor, ignorant of the feud, told me how he and the proprietor discussed what door I would like best, and found every last inch of bead board to complete my wall. But, I'll not set foot in the store again. No one has apologized to me.

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    1. And i wont apologise to her

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    2. You have nothing to apologise for John. Just turn the other cheek.

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  7. You are master of the mundane John! Is that the tea towel for terrier cling on removal I see on the table? You're looking rather hench in your scotch egg t-shirt. I had a scotch egg today. I have convinced my son and husband to eat them too now. We may end up fighting for the last one in the fridge.

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    1. Never, never convince anyone to eat something that you love in the frig !

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  8. My boss was bit thin-lipped this morning. Not with me but with Mr. Fox who visited last night and laid claim to all the new chickens, except Rooster and the wise old bird, Henny-Penny who spent the night in a disused wine box on a high shelf in the garage! No more fresh eggs for a while.

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  9. People are strange and sometimes you just have to write them off.
    But I did laugh over the hair flipping. I hope there was Valley speak in their somewhere.

    cheers, parsnip

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  10. Don't know if I could take any slimming club seriously after 'Fat Fighters' on Little Britain..... "Have a bit of dust"

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    1. I'll let u know how it goes

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  11. I don't think you're a silly sod at all. That is a perfectly good reason to stop bringing someone eggs. I wish people weren't such idiots.

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    1. I totally agree. Love is love. We dont choose who we love.... it just happens to the lucky ones. x

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  12. I think you should have had a full blown hissy fit with her, with that t shirt on she might have dissolved into a fit of giggles, or perhaps she would have just gotten even more on her high horse, in which case you could have refused her money.

    Snotty cow ... I do hate people like that!!

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    1. She's a dinosaur
      Not many homophobic people around anymore

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  13. I haven't done anything for forty-three years--except live, sort of.

    Love,
    Janie

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  14. I have also found myself acting like this when someone has hurt me ..... I suspect I might have flicked my hair and pounced off too . There is a little Scarlett O'Hara is some of us I suspect .

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    1. If only I had some hair to flick, for I am in the middle of such an ongoing and enduring confrontation right now over a different issue entirely. My sneering facial contortions and withdrawal of bonhomie will have to do, although I am now pondering acquiring a long wig just for flicking.

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  15. I insisted that my partner bring home a couple of scotch eggs from the corner pub last week and now she acknowledges that they are delicious. Dammit!

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  16. Thank you. That got me out for a bit. I love walking around with you, it makes me want to skip the whole way.

    I don't flick, I just walk away screaming Fuck You!...in my head.

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  17. I'm sorry, I couldn't get past the first photo...(sighs) (and drools).

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  18. Me thinks your scotch eggs are coming out at the seams ...

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  19. What a busy bee you have been! 'Combats' sounds like a part of the body that I, not being up with current vernacular, could only guess at.
    Reminds me of an incident when I was 13. Maths room, before class: Adrian and Jim and a few other boys tittering in the corner, one says, "let's ask Steeds, she won't know". Came over to me: "Hey Steeds, are you a virgin?" I had no idea what a virgin was, except that it was something naughty so confidently retorted "Of course not!" They went off laughing.

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    1. PS LOVE your scotch egg teeshirt!

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  20. Good jobs done! Flouncing and weeding, must have lost a couple of pounds there........
    I can recommend Slimming World, lost 2 stone, got the 2st award and slimmer of the week, all that lovely free food!
    Good luck John! xx

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  21. LOL I am surprised she took your eggs considering your Queenie hands touched them. Ahhh bigots. They keep things lively don't they?
    Where I live in NJ there are a lot of conservative Republicans, I am not one and boy am I glad. :)

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  22. My brother in law went to Slimmer's world a few years ago. He lost 170 lbs. Hopefully you will be successful too.

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  23. Auaagh! I see a ghostly face in your washing machine???

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  24. Why is your washing mahine in the kitchen?

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    1. Now that's an odd question... At least it is to me. Why are you asking John why his washing machine is in the kitchen? Would you expect it in the bedroom, lounge, bathroom? I've only once seen a washing machine not in a kitchen, but cellars are rare these days. But it's that towel or dish cloth on the kitchen table that is worrying me, as my mind turns to Winnie...

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