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Jun 30, 2005 15:34

The gas engineer is fitting new pipes to our cookers - apparently for the last year I have been at risk of blowing myself, the hotel and possibly a small section of the Isle of Skye to kingdom come. It is too midgy to sit outside or garden, it is one of those still, sticky grey days, and to quote Mr Vinegar aged 3, I am as hot as a boil. So Live ( Read more... )

wildlife, hebrides, earwiggery, valleygirl

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aellia June 30 2005, 08:19:31 UTC

Hey,*hot as a boil* :-)
I love that!
Sounds as if you had a nice time yesterday,I love those sort of un-planned things.
I pricked up at the *sheeps wool* bit, I wonder if they are the seed bits of Rosebay Willow herb.

cangetmad June 30 2005, 08:21:51 UTC

I do love the idea of Derbyshire as a preparation for Nicaragua. What does the earwig get as prep for the Pyrenees - Watford? Also, am jealous of both of them.

debodacious June 30 2005, 13:40:11 UTC

Yes - I too fail to see precisely how the Derbyshire Peak District resembles Nicaragua. It is also where the earwig will prepare for her Pyrenean expedition next year. I suspect it is the nearest thing approximating mountainous terrain to Stamford, which is in Lincolnshire and therefore flat as a pancake.

Sometimes I am jealous. Sometimes, like when the valley girl had her rabies injections, I am not. But it is a fact that in my schooldays a day at the Science Museum was as intrepid as we got.

There was an expedition to Russia which I rather yearned to join because I thought I could sell them my jeans. But my Dad persuaded me that I would be interned on arrival because he had signed the Official Secrets Act when he did his National Service in the navy. And I believed him.

aellia June 30 2005, 08:23:39 UTC

Like this?

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debodacious June 30 2005, 13:28:52 UTC

No - it's bog cotton I have discovered with the aid of Murdo and his mitey brane. I tried to link in my reply and couldn't so the entry that says Here it is, is to show it to you.

billyarse July 1 2005, 02:01:31 UTC

I am not sure what the sheeps wool plant is called, but folklore has it that shepherds used to be buried with either real sheeps wool or a sprig of the plant in their hand so that it would be realised on 'the other side' that they were unable to attend church because they were required to remain with their flock and would therefore be forgiven and admitted anyway!