Yesterday, I was sipping a cocktail looking across the London skyline at the Glowing Shard. Today I'm dragging Albert's face out of a half constructed cottage pie in my pyjamas
Winnie is unconcious in bed, William is hiding somewhere dark Mary and George are asleep in the kitchen and its raining again.
And sometime in the night William backed into the folded ironing board lying against the wall by the door and has shat all over it.
Welcome back to Trelawnyd
Home sweet home!
ReplyDeleteah, the glamorous life in trelawnyd! have a large G&T whilst cleaning up!
ReplyDeleteNo gin for me for a while.... Had some lovely " chilli gin" down
Deleteat nu's...........
You have the patience of Job, just sayin.
ReplyDeletetell the Prof that
Deletenew ironing board needed. you will never get rid of the smell.
ReplyDeleteI've dipped it in dettol
DeleteWon't there be a faint lingering whiff of dettol on all the Prof's shirts at work? Well I guess if there is ..... it'll just remind him of home and all the happy times he has there with you and the menagerie .....
DeleteHe smells usually of someing very expensive
DeleteWould make me want to run away from home.
ReplyDeleteGotta love British trains that can transport you between such extremes.
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DeleteAh, the fabulous life!!??!
ReplyDeletewelcome home!
ReplyDeleteHa ha! Life. :)
ReplyDeleteThat has brought you down to earth, he' he' hee :)
ReplyDeleteHave you ever thought of 'running away'?
ReplyDeleteOnce or twice
Delete"How that cottage pie got in my pyjamas I'll never know!" (apologies to Groucho Marx)
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteWhat a homecoming. What we do to take care of our animals and sometimes feel so little gratitude. Maybe Albert will bring you a mouse later.
ReplyDeleteI said it once, I'll say it again... There's no place like Home!
ReplyDeleteYou wouldn't want it any other way, now, would you, John?
ReplyDeleteNo comment
DeleteSounds like a day at ours...
ReplyDeleteOK... either there's a cottage pie in your pajamas (is that where you usually make them? British cookery tends to be mysterious to us yanks); or Albert was wearing your pajamas whilst burying his head in aforementioned pie (or possibly burying his face in pie that was wearing aforementioned pajamas); or you were wearing pajamas when Albert fell into the pie he was making (talented critter but prone to narcolepsy?). Which one was it?
ReplyDeleteBoth
DeleteThe advantage of writing a blog is you can always say "at least I have something to write about now".
ReplyDeleteEven if it is about shit
DeleteI fell in the shit today. my wellie got stuck in the gloopy, poopy mud and I went arse over tit straight into the electric fence. Got totally covered from toes to waist. Am now going out into the street (busy junction too) wearing my jamas to put the bins out. It's all about the glammer!
DeleteGood times. x
We could be twins
DeleteAwwwwww life always gets in way.
ReplyDeleteBut what a grand time you had !
cheers, parsnip
I've heard of an apple pie bed but not cottage pie pyjamas...
ReplyDeleteWell John, there's always some drama at your place, isn't there, and life would be very dull for the rest of us if there wasn't !!
ReplyDeleteIt's on days like those that I want to live in a one bedroom flat overlooking the sea, pristine and white with only one Pug for company ;-)
ReplyDeleteJust for one afternoon
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ReplyDeleteThis sounds like you were walking around with a pie in your pajamas .
Strange place for a cottage pie ?
ReplyDeleteAh well, there's no highs without the lows, eh? And no wonder William is hiding.
ReplyDeleteBack with a vengeance it sounds to me John.
ReplyDeleteIs this payback for allowing your friend to lie about your age... I mean your birthday?!?
ReplyDelete'Is that a cottage pie in your pj's, or are you just pleased to see me'?! Welcome Home.x
ReplyDeletelike.
DeleteEveryones a wise ass
DeleteIt's all glamour....
ReplyDeleteCwelcome tomy world
DeleteWhy was there a half constructed cottage pie in your pyjamas? Welcome back to reality :)
ReplyDeleteHas this always been a talent of Williams's?
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately yes.......we often find turds pushed against walls/doors around 10 inches above the floor
DeleteAnd yet, dear John, you are perfectly centred at the heart of your family and most of the time as content as anyone who fits in their place can be.
ReplyDeleteOh sure, there are the cottage pie in pyjama days, but those just point up all the good days.
That William, he is so naughty!
ReplyDeleteAnd I bet you wouldn't want to be anywhere else really ! Home is wonderful despite all its flaws. !
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