dumplings

Short post today....but it's amused me

I popped into our local supermarket for some stuff for tea

And couldn't find what I was looking for as the store is being refurbished

Finally I stopped a manager and in a rather exasperated way

Asked him

"Can you show me where your dumplings are?"

We looked at each other for a long moment

Then both of us burst into laughter

Well, Well, Well.......

Kimbery, Ruby and a tearful Francis await the results

Well the Bake off finished tonight with all the satisfaction of a Hollywood movie......front runners Kimberly and Ruby ( the uber confident, gorgeous  and talented psychologist and the pretty and self depreciating law student) stumbled somewhat during the final, allowing plain Jane Francis to pip them at the post
And just one look at the stunned happiness on Francis' face made it all worthwhile ( albeit not quite fair somehow)
I wonder who will play her in the film?
Joan Cusack?
Or perhaps Keira Knightly in heavy make up and a bad wig?
......well done Francis
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Cat Hairs In The Icing

I think Tom Stephenson is just a little psychic
His comment about the state of the inside of the cottage had some resonance this morning as after
leaving  some butter icing in a bowl for the briefest of moments as I was making cakes this morning
 it was splattered delightfully all over every surface only a few seconds later
There was only  a few hairs to dig out of the remainder
Chris will never notice

Through Someone Else's Eyes

Cogburn  out for his morning constitutional 

I had a small audience this morning, when one after another, the houses of the Ukrainian village were opened up in the light autumn rain.
A couple of workmen, replacing a headstone on a grave in the new graveyard were leaning on the fence, and they watched carefully as the field slowly burst into life.
I hand fed the sheep who now will jam their whole heads into the offered saucepan of corn, filled Mary's hutch with dandelion leaves and as the geese, ducks and smattering of hens followed me , I led the blind Cogburn out of his run, for a walk in the wet grass.
We ambled over to the fence where one man remained
And before I could say hello
He said with a smile " that was fucking amazing!"
" what was?" I asked
He pointed to the line of ducks sieving the grass for worms, the geese slipping down into the pond and at William galloping in circles around a wide eyed Albert with a small onion firmly clamped in his mouth, and smiled as
Winifred and George trotted up to the fence sniffing at Cogburn who was feeling his way towards us carefully
" all this!" He said waving his arm

Sometimes it's refreshing to see your life through someone else's eyes, even if it is just the briefest of glimpses.

A Tart With An Itch

I have not been watching Strictly this year

But I did notice this clip 

I wonder why?

She's over him more than a tart with an itch

£ 100 A Year

As a registered nurse, I have to pay an annual fee to our regulating body in order to practice. That fee has recently been upped to £ 100 which is a lot of money when you work part time.....and I must admit that I begrudge paying every single penny of it.
Yesterday I saved the health service a fair amount of money. An elderly villager called me over to have a look at her husband, who was feeling unwell after a fall. The " out of hours" care is complicated for some elderly to utilise easily , so I never mind such requests, and as it turned out It was fortunate that I did go round as the husband needed immediate hospital care, care that might have been too late if he had waited for the GP surgery to open 24 hours later.
I was more than happy to be able to help....I'm not rehashing the story to obtain a list of " what a lovely person I am" kind of comments...that's what neighbours do for each other.....they help each other....

I am just slightly hacked off that I do a job which is generally seen as being a positive to a society
And I have to pay a soddin £ 100 quid a year to do so.

I am Spoiling That Dog

The two sets of nipples did put me off ever so slightly

The Martyr Of Flintshire

I am not quite in the mood for the baby bird syndrome today
.....now for those that don't know.."baby bird syndrome" is where your charges ( in my case animals and not children) spend most of their day with their mouths open, demanding attention.
I think I have the start of the urinary tract infection (which is unfortunately ....like Paul Edgecombe from The green Mile  a recurrent problem of mine) and a busy shift last night with not enough cups of tea had left me somewhat dehydrated this morning which didn't help.
And what have I done to help myself..I hear you sing out?
Well, I have felt sorry for myself......stormed around the house, cooked a full Sunday lunch, given the dogs a long walk,banged around the crockery which needed washing up and flung corn at hungry hens with a pinched expression worthy of Joan of Arc.

I have effectively turned into my mother.

Now My mother made martyrdom into a true work of art.
She could slam a door, flounce onto the couch with all of the agility of Scarlett O' Hara and still look like a bulldog chewing a wasp when she was running around with a late bout of hoovering, or tidying up. She was a true drama queen when self sacrifice was involved

Oh the joys of " feeling hard done to"
Mel Giedroyc from The Great British Bake off had the right idea.....
When she wanted to bitch slap the pouting Ruby with the comment " Get  ruddy Grip"