On Saturday, it would have been a month, and I'm just starting to get over it. But Teresa cannot, it's brought on a dreadful cold, persistent low mood and a plethora of womens problems.
But in the fashion of the title of this thread we saw my old health trainer in the waiting room....and although we'rte off his books now he's going to send us some stuff in relation to our new predicament. He cares too, like Bishop David.
Aah summer and the signs thereof, the fan constantly on in the bedroom, lying on top of the bed at 3am nude, not having to wear a coat indoors during the day, temperature not falling below 20 in the lounge, carrying a towel round my neck, fish jumping, cotton is high etc. You must get Summertime Affective Disorder then. I get SAD in the summer too, well if you consider a BRITISH summer....dull days etc.Gill the Piano wrote:I get SAD but in my case I hate summer. Long days are horrible to me!
Shop browsing is soooooooooooooooo much nicer when the weasels are back at school!dave brum wrote:A lovely afternoon walking around the city centre, the fact that it wasn't too manic made it lovely.
Oh and there will be trams running across Colmore Square, Bull Street and Corporation Street:
and did I mention the biggest regeneration project since the Bullring in 2000-2003 which would affect the Christmas Market and (more importantly) the Crafts market:
Maybe there should be a future tense version of this thread. In which case, an appointment with a high class laydee in Bournville at 3.15 that will make me very happy.
#jesuismabel (sharp, not hashtag)
It was so nice to see Mabel after I thought I would never see her again short of a miracle. I didn't get a chance to play my St.Mabel hymn tune. But I did burst into an impromptu rendition of 'For Mash Get Smash'.
Oh she was wearing a ring on the fourth finger of her left hand. Mabel never wears jewellery (or jewelry if you are reading this in the USA). I did ask her if her and her cariad had become engaged but she said no, it was bought her as a Christmas present by him. I will take that with a big pinch of salt.....
I've booked for the 27th. She had Isis after me.
Switching your things off rather than leaving them on standby makes a hell of a difference.
,Gill the Piano wrote:Why would that make you happy...?
Supposedly, it's the hallmark of niceness and poshness - however that is not strictly true. I am neither nice nor posh and I enjoy a visit to my local branches of the Rose (in Harborne B17 and Hall Green B28). I even have the audacity to buy the GUARDIAN in there!!! (they don't sell the Morning Star...)
Mabel is nice and she lives in a posh house, however I'm not sure if she is posh. She has a medium Black Country accent!!!
Have you visited the splendid website 'Overheard In Waitrose'? Fabulous...dave brum wrote:,Gill the Piano wrote:Why would that make you happy...?
Supposedly, it's the hallmark of niceness and poshness - however that is not strictly true.
They used essential kitchen tapwater...or yard pump water. B*gger about the fiver...dave brum wrote:Yes I have. Essential Waitrose Ironing Water. How did the Victorian middle classes keep their shirts and doublets nice and smooth without it!
After seeing these in the paper today, Waitrose should launch a major store opening programme in, and maybe even move its head office to, the Second City:
http://www.birminghampost.co.uk/busines ... ns-8577358