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Why did Marc Bolan love Djibouti on Saturday night ?
No idea but it is a good song
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No idea but it is a good song
Reynard
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Mild, blustery and grey here chez Casa Reynard.
Slept well, but am snotty, sneezy and coughing for England. Don't think it's Covid as this morning's test came up staunchly negative, but I feel bleurgh.
Had a kitchen morning though. Crock pot is locked and loaded with sausages that I've turned into meatballs. Am doing them with cider, apple, onion and sage. Will add a dollop of mustard to that later, too. And I've got a red cabbage sliced up and simmering away with apples, onions, ginger and the rest of the cider. I don't often cook with alcohol, but sometimes it's a nice thing to do.
The girls have now decided that the dining room table is a good place to nap. I came down this morning with Lexi kipping at one end and Poppy at the other. Cats, eh...
Anyways, it is almost time for luncheon.
Slept well, but am snotty, sneezy and coughing for England. Don't think it's Covid as this morning's test came up staunchly negative, but I feel bleurgh.
Had a kitchen morning though. Crock pot is locked and loaded with sausages that I've turned into meatballs. Am doing them with cider, apple, onion and sage. Will add a dollop of mustard to that later, too. And I've got a red cabbage sliced up and simmering away with apples, onions, ginger and the rest of the cider. I don't often cook with alcohol, but sometimes it's a nice thing to do.
The girls have now decided that the dining room table is a good place to nap. I came down this morning with Lexi kipping at one end and Poppy at the other. Cats, eh...
Anyways, it is almost time for luncheon.
Reynard
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- Cambridgeshire, UK
Reynard
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- Location
- Cambridgeshire, UK
Reynard
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- Location
- Cambridgeshire, UK
Reynard
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- Cambridgeshire, UK
Wasn't just F1... It went down into the lower formulae as well. It did get funny as cigarette-sponsored cars running in the UK had different liveries according to whether the meeting was televised or not...
I know. Snooker and darts as well and I'm sure in other sports as well.
Then there were all the billboards, and the two page spreads in magazines. Every shop had enormous tobacco displays behind the counter...every cafe, pub and amusement arcade had cigarette machines where the underage could buy a packet...shops often sold cigarettes singularly to school children.... TV chat shows were the guests puffed away...even children's cartoons featured characters smoking...
Thankfully those days are gone.
rockyroller
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rockyroller
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- 20 miles northwest of Boston, MA
Mild, blustery and grey here chez Casa Reynard.
Slept well, but am snotty, sneezy and coughing for England. Don't think it's Covid as this morning's test came up staunchly negative, but I feel bleurgh.
Had a kitchen morning though. Crock pot is locked and loaded with sausages that I've turned into meatballs. Am doing them with cider, apple, onion and sage. Will add a dollop of mustard to that later, too. And I've got a red cabbage sliced up and simmering away with apples, onions, ginger and the rest of the cider. I don't often cook with alcohol, but sometimes it's a nice thing to do.
The girls have now decided that the dining room table is a good place to nap. I came down this morning with Lexi kipping at one end and Poppy at the other. Cats, eh...
Anyways, it is almost time for luncheon.
sympathies, I've got one suspicious nostril myself
cats on the table? oh that wouldn't last long in my house
biggs682
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That's the fire alarm going
Reynard
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- Cambridgeshire, UK
Lovely luncheon of two slices of wholemeal toast, one with Polish sausage, one with Wensleydale, plus a pear, a minneola and the obligatory two 
Reynard
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- Cambridgeshire, UK
This is pretty typical of the things we come across on a daily basis.
Recycling - ?
Urgh... And it's not like it's difficult to sort out recyclables from non-recyclables.
Speaking of which, I had an idea regarding the making of a possible new set of wheels for my Higman model, and went to retrieve the milk bottle tops from my blue recycling wheelie bin. There was no elegant way of doing this - I tipped the bin on its side and crawled inside to furkle.
I am now the proud owner of three blue plastic milk bottle tops. I'll have to wait for another one till I've finished the four pinter that's currently in the fridge.
Mild, blustery and grey here chez Casa Reynard.
Slept well, but am snotty, sneezy and coughing for England. Don't think it's Covid as this morning's test came up staunchly negative, but I feel bleurgh.
Had a kitchen morning though. Crock pot is locked and loaded with sausages that I've turned into meatballs. Am doing them with cider, apple, onion and sage. Will add a dollop of mustard to that later, too. And I've got a red cabbage sliced up and simmering away with apples, onions, ginger and the rest of the cider. I don't often cook with alcohol, but sometimes it's a nice thing to do.
The girls have now decided that the dining room table is a good place to nap. I came down this morning with Lexi kipping at one end and Poppy at the other. Cats, eh...
Anyways, it is almost time for luncheon.
Your mention of Sausages reminded me of this shop which I spotted on Tuesdays excursion to Weymouth. I'm not sure if the uploaded photo gets downsampled, but there's a lot of info if you zoom in. The " Foo King Hot " sausage with "every mouthful loaded with Birds-eye chillis " next to Elvis caught my eye.
Reynard
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- Cambridgeshire, UK
Yep, I remember much of that. Dad was a chain smoker. Mostly rollups, but he'd also smoke either Camels, Gitanes or Belgas.
Part of my novel is set in the late 80s / early 90s, so yes, some of my characters smoke.
