Beef curry (can you make it hotter than usual)
Chicken with cashew nuts
Peking king prawn
Beef curry (can you make it hotter than usual)
Chicken with cashew nuts
Peking king prawn
Mar ma lade
Maybs a few breakfastey items
Castor sugar (for welsh cakes)
Spray on carpet cleaner
Hannah starter xmas day
1 bag ice
Every day mature cheddar
Lettuce (check fridge)
Vegetable spring rolls with mint leaves and sweet chilli dipping sauce
2 x packs butter (to make shortbread biscuits)
Flowers for iris (£5 max)
1 fresh green veg (eg beans or broccoli)
Potatoes for chips
Xmas mkt party (partial)
Diet lemonade 2 bots
Coke x 2
Diet coke x 2
Diet tonic x 4
Cranberry juice (or raspberry juice or both)
Lunch stuff for tref
Spuds for frites
Anything I see that will go with white fish
Petrol for mower
Coffee for Anne
Anything else I fancy
CIF cleaning stuff
Normal sized bin bags
17th Aug – Keralan vegetable istoo
Baby new pots
Cloves Cinnamon stick Black peppercorns
Fresh curry leaves
Garlic Green finger chillies
Tin coconut milk
Ground turmeric peas
Mango paneer skewers
Garlic Chilli powder
Tamarind and caramelized red onion rice
Cumin seeds Tamarind paste chilli powder
Pick up fosters meat
Multi packs crisps
Castlegate order 4th aug
2 x Plain naan
Cheap oj & aj
Sliced bread – 5 loaves at least
Joint for Sunday
Clothes washing tablets
Orange juice & any other breakfast items NOT beans or sausages
Toe may toes
Tin plum toms
Jack Daniels bbq marinade
1 pint Milk
Tonights tea for tref – lamb neck fillet
Frute – strawbs and nectarines
Sat 25th may
Big bags compost
Tuesday 23rd – waitrose
Any bargs but not pork cos we already have a load
Good Friday 2019
Boneless shoulder or leg of lamb
Salmon or simlar
More of same
Low fat mayo
Thursday 18th April
Gas cylinder refills
Dust pan and brush
Find out Tesco Easter opening hours
Sat 13th April
Tuesday 26th March
Stuff for pylons at the weekend
snack a jacks Salt n vinegar rice cakes
Thursday 21st March
Shopping list sunday 17th march 2019
Wickes Pine Parting Bead Moulding – 20mm X 8mm X 2.4m
Small screw lightbulb
Shopping list wednesday 13th march 2019
In this room there are three guitars. One of them, my Takamine, stands proudly and comfortably on a guitar stand. It was a 40th birthday present from my sisters and is loved. One of them has a broken tuning key and is little used. I bought this guitar in Cadiz whilst on holiday. I keep meaning to fix it as it is a useful enough Spanish guitar and complements the steel string Takamine. It will probably need new strings as does the Takamine, so I’m told. The third guitar is of unknown provenance and has in fact just been noticed. What is its story? Tucked away in the corner behind some other instruments. From the perspective of the sofa it doesn’t look full sized. Perhaps I should dispose of it. I will take advice when everyone is home for the Christmas holiday.
stuff like that
pepperoni pizza for john
instrument of surveillance
invader of personal privacy
Electronic lifestyle manager
Tool and entertainment system.
Reference guide for trees.
In fact a reference guide for many things. Scout badges, knots, tree disease etc.
assault weapon – when thrown at velocity
Apps used on a daily basis, invaluable in what we do..
Pain in the butt
Oh and telephone ☎️ (that telephone one is increasingly less used i’m sure or decreasingly used – take your pick:)
😜👌🏻 yes both are apt I’d say!! As I’m typing this reply to you I’m in a 4 way conversation via WhatsApp 😂😂😂😂😂
I also have an ap which gives me a 10 figure grid reference which I use on work risk assessments.
I used to have one of them. I’m not sure I can believe it.
I skipped that generation.
are you from an udder generation?
someat like that. I went from a paper address book to a contacts list and skipped the filofax.
Device for access
OK yes I have a vpn client on mine – it was about access when I was in a country that filtered my favourite sites
and a lot of people don’t even have basic access yet.
No – I wouldn’t move to a place that didn’t let me have very fast internet access
Wray would be fine 🙂
Divider of physical groups
Keeping track of Tref, and other friends.
That’ll be the surveillance bit
Indeed, but benign of course, since the target chooses to be followed 😊
photographing telegraph poles 😂
A personal, digital transportation vehicle and instrument for storing, conveying, distributing and broadcasting a vast array of multimedia, information and communication databases plus built-in communication and search tools (like having your own mobile library, with a phone, word processor, camera, calculator, hi-fi, sat nav and library assistant in it, init?). Useful for creating, cataloging, organising, archiving, retrieving, editing and sharing ones personal data, and the data created, catalogued, organised, archived, retrieved, edited and shared by nearly everyone else (and soon to be everyTHING else) on the planet 😉
Hell,I forget to add the words ‘recording’ and ‘recorded’ to my list 🙄
Hmmm! Definitely didn’t have a hi-fi or sat-nav system in our local mobile library but then, probably the last time I went inside a mobile library, the word processor hadn’t been invented 😉 Shush! QUIET PLEASE!!!
The spit is turning on the bbq – there is a chicken pronged to it (if that is the right way of putting it)
The featured image – the view from an office where I was sat in a meeting on Tuesday – photo fortunately (?) backed up before i lost the phone. Click on the pic to see more.
The image below is of the number two
Stay tuned. I might add more stuff. Who knows?
Where there is marriage there is jobslist
get spare key cut for Citroen
Clear out loft
Arial for TV in mancave
put xmas decs away
student load form
sort out Anne’s iPhone
It’s still the deep mid winter and there remains plenty of time for the snow proper to arrive. The garden is pretty desolate but there are signs of life as early spring bulbs begin to emerge.
The Davies house is relatively quiet at the moment as John is away on a school trip and we only have Joe at home. It’s a taste of what is to come when Joe goes off to university at the end of this academic year.
There are advantages. Anne and I met for a rare drink in the Morning Star at 5pm last night. The rarity being the both of us in the pub. The chicken curry had already been cooked (moi). In fact today’s lamb stew has also been cooked (also moi). Today therefore is a day without stress. I do have a lot of work to get through but with no other pressures that isn’t really a chore.
I’m half thinking of lighting the fire. The only problem is that people rarely sit in the front room so in one sense it’s a bit of a waste. Probably still light it. I’ll sit in there and tap away at the laptop.
This weekend is “garden watch”. We are supposed to count the number of birds seen in our back gardens over the course of an hour. Not participated yet. Might do though it will mean sitting in the conservatory which won’t be the warmest place to be. It’s a feel good thing doing that kind of stuff. Even though the sightings might be sparse. We do have a feeder out there which is fairly well stocked with fat balls. We get the occasional robin plus one or two other species unidentifiable due to the feeder being too far away from the house. Robins are easy.
Joe has already gone off to church and Anne is about to depart. He is playing the piano in the service today. I did once go along to a church service because one of the kids was participating. I’m afraid it is no longer an attraction sufficient enough to make me want to endure the rest of what I personally consider to be squeamishly embarrassing stuff.
I might go if I could be sure that Joe would add a few jazzy riffs to the occasional hymn.I leave you with pic of the winter sun streaming through the kitchen window in the morning.
Only one line item left on the jobslist. Hanging a picture in the kitchen. Then we can nip to Waitrose for a few choice morsels to accompany tonight’s pulled pork. A bottle of red wine stands patiently on the worktop.
Jobs all done. Beautiful day for a walk into the Bailgate.
“Knowledge,” said the slightly drunken grey-bearded man, “is the pursuit of anger.”
“Anger?” I challenged.
“Anger.” He confirmed.
“You can’t be angry ’bout stuff you don’t know. Kids these days, they’re only angry ‘cos they know… Or think they know.
“Take that whistle-blower guy…”
“No, that other one.”
“Not him… The one in the embassy; let him rot, he’s made a generation miserable…
“Kids getting angry at the government when they should be out living… Never concerned me what no government did… Didn’t ask questions, just kept us heads down and was grateful for what we got.”
Sounds like a racehorse doesn’t it? Alcatraz by Plumb-it. Actually this is part of a small parade of shops in Bromborough. When you need a hair cut or some plumbing tape (or a spanner) you can kill two birds with one stone.
Ironically we talk about escaping from Alcatraz. In Bromborough blokes escape to Alcatraz. They pop out with a parting shout over the shoulder saying “just nipping out for a hair cut loov (or plumbing tape or spanner)”. When there they sit in a line waiting for their turn in the chair. Short back and sides and a bit of a trim off the top please. Or number one all over. Whatever suits. Off to the match this afternoon?
Something for the weekend sir?
No birds were killed during the making of this post and no mention was made of holidays.
Freeze the nads, glow the nose, see the breath mornings,
unlockable car lock, blow fingered, arse slip car parks,
ice scraping, ear burning, toes numbing amputating cold.
Bottom warming, slipper finding, sleep inducing, wood smoking, blanket wrapping, crumpet toasting, whisky sipping, toes burning, isolating warmth of the log fire.
The dark evening began early. Street lights illuminated, car headlights searched, pedestrians scurried collars raised and scarves knotted. Puddles adorned the roadside, dirty brown, black reflections, avoid.
The football ended better than it might. An anguish easing equaliser in the second half saved the day, again.
The lads walked home up the hill. At least there was no phone call, yet.
The trip to the shop was successful. Minimal stress, relatively. Jeans purchaysed, laptop fixed, parking fee, refunded.
The stroll to the Morning Star, anticipated. Cloverless pint of Guinness poured, slowly. Smacked lips licked, savoured.
I came home to a Jamie Oliver crispy duck in hoisin sauce salad, scoffed.
Just another ordinary day like all the other ordinary days. You wake up, get out of bed, brush yer teeth keef, have breakfast maybe – pick yer jumbled order. Order yer jumbled picks, four candles, oze.
Grunt into the morning. Pick a pair of trousers from the pile on the floor, retrieve a shirt and hey presto. Overnight the offers have come in. Can you come and do a breakfast show for Radio one? Radio twit twoo five arrive alive oh, four more candles. Handles for knives and forks, fork’n knives.
Put them to one side. Today there are other things to do, fish to fry, flags to run up the pole, or the Lithuanian. God save the King, God help everybody that needs it.
Sing isn’t yer thing, although you like a good song. Chanson d’amour. Goodness gracious me. A wandring minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches, of ballads songs and snatches and dreamy lullaby. Uh?
Nobody said anything had to make cents. Tuppence. Hippy bathday, happy barfday. Moaning. A far as we’re concerned there is nothing of any particular note happnin.
Everybody talkin bout camras, scamras, watch the vid, make the vid, luxuriate in advertising revenues that pay for the next skiing holiday, should you opt in.
stretch that font sur le pont, quel concoction.
Just another day, it’s a perfect day. Act two scene one, the Steep Hill room at the Wig and Mitre. Yah yah waffle waffle, how do you do, duck. Might wear a new tie, before I die. A tie to die for? That’s one thing I have school to thank for. That and amo amass amat, amamus amatis amant.
New York, London, Paris, Lincoln, everybody talk about unbirthdays.
Uchelgaer uwch y weilgi,
Gyr y byd ei cherbydau drosti
Chwithau oll longau’r lli,
Ewch o dan ei chadwyni.
So long and thanks for all the Capn Birds Eye cod bites in breadcrumbs, cook from frozen.