I don't mind y'all hating Christmas - that's your right - but I don't think you should ban it for us folks wot love it!
I mean we adore Christmas round at our gaff, the deccies, the cooking, the little creches, the planning of parties and games and trying to find the words to The Twelve Dogs of Christmas... Midnight Mass and candles and mulled wine... the sheer joy of it all!
I already made my pudding and the cake, I've got the big presents sorted for family and the rest just lives in two large tea chests beside the freezer... so we don't buy that much actually. It's not a spending spree - just lots of socialising with friends and family, and singing in the choir on Christmas morning and planning secret surprises for each other... and holly of course. Must get into the garden and cut some holly...
I like banter and stuff like that... er you know, jokes and whatnot. I liked the various bars and coffee shops but as previously stated Lago was King of those.
I don't post regularly cos real life has a bad habit of taking up my time but also I'm allergic to squabbling and there has been a teensy weensy li'l bit of that going on of late...
A couple go out for a meal at a Chinese restaurant and order the "Chicken Surprise". The waiter brings the meal, served in a lidded cast iron pot.
Just as the wife is about to serve herself, the lid of the pot rises slightly and she briefly sees two beady little eyes looking around before the lid slams back down. "Good grief, did you see that?" she asks her husband.
He hasn't, so she asks him to look in the pot. He reaches for it and again the lid rises, and he sees two little eyes looking around before it slams down.
Rather perturbed, he calls the waiter over, explains what is happening, and demands an explanation. "Please sir," says the waiter, "what you order?" The husband replies, "Chicken Surprise." You're going to love this.................... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Ah... so sorry," says the waiter, "I bring you Peeking Duck"
Couldn't see the pie recipe but here's a delicious one for pumpkin soup...
Fry a chopped onion in some olive oil, add a couple of peeled chopped potatoes and turn them in the oil. Add the chopped and peeled pumpkin, turn in the oil, just cover the whole thing with water, add loads of ground black pepper then turn the heat down to low, pop the lid on and let it simmer.
When it's all soft and smelling yummy (20-30 minutes) get going with the soup maker. Add some fromage blanc, or Greek yoghurt, or creme fraiche or whatever, salt (much more than you think) and some chopped fresh chives/parsley whatever is still growing on the kitchen window sill...
In Lyon, yesterday's wind has dropped, the sky today is white, there are scattered showers and police sirens but it isn't too cold to walk the dog. (Time to get the exotic holiday brochures out.)
I see that everyone is to polite to tell you this, so I will. (In a hoarse whisper.) No-one goes to Amsterdam for the food. It is NOT a gastronomic destination. Go to the Van Gogh museum, see the Rembrandts... or just do like everyone else; hire a bike and pedal round the old town before heading into the bars for pot and hot tarts.
If you keep moving that rib, it's never going to heal properly. Imagine a cracked stick... would you glue it up and keep jiggling it around before the glue had set? No! You'd hold it still...
So I think you need a doctor's sick note for at least a week, and REST! No cycling, no work, no singing, no stairmaster, no cardio exercises, in fact no exercise at all... a good balanced diet, lots of sleep, lots of fluids and some prescription painkillers so you can sleep if the pain keeps you awake.
Pain indicates damage. If you move and it hurts, that is because you are damaging yourself. So don't do movements that hurt. Wait for your body to heal.
Oh and last tip - arnica cream is good for bruising, if you're bruised, which it sounds like you might be...
Oh and "The Boat the Rocked" is a great film to watch when you're off sick.
Oooh blimey, you haven't got a nice cuppa Charlie, have you? It's freezing out there... any diggie biccies? (Plain chocolate for preference.) And what happened to Lago?
I have an imaginary bicycle: big, solid navy blue one with a wickerwork basket on the front (for sandwiches and lemonade) and a larger wooden box on the back (for the dog who is small and has little old legs so can't keep up with me when I get pedaling). Also it has a shiny red bell for ting tinging people with... and a pump. (Mainly for show.)
I'm waiting for a heart-shaped chocolate cake to stop going rounden rounden in the oven and come out all cooked and ready to be cooled and iced and decorated with Smarties.
It was an accident. She was coming out of the bathroom rubbing at her wet hair with a towel and looking for a hairbrush and didn't see her sister standing at the top of the stairs...
I promised myself not to dish out any more advice because I got told off by Lago but you ARE asking for it!
My advice for the blues is this: help someone else. Volunteer for a charity, collect money for orphans, fold clothes for Africa, visit people in hospital, take other people's dogs for a walk, rescue pigeons, clear dirty forests, dig ditches, work in a charity shop, sweep the local church floor, find lonely old people and amuse them with jokes... or just offer to grow veg for your mum...
Find something to do which will help someone else and work hard at it - and soon you'll be cheerful again.
Italian car, French mechanic. I went off to the garage to complain that the car was acting up and making funny noises and Philippe drove it around with me saying "Well it normally makes funny noises when you go round corners..." and him saying "I can't hear anything" and then finally he said there was nothing wrong with it and off I went to the supermarket and kersplash, huge noise, metal all over the carpark and me on the phone to Philippe saying "well there's something wrong with it now!"
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RE: NOOOOOOO!!!! Say it ain't so!!!
I don't mind y'all hating Christmas - that's your right - but I don't think you should ban it for us folks wot love it!I mean we adore Christmas round at our gaff, the deccies, the cooking, the little creches, the planning of parties and games and trying to find the words to The Twelve Dogs of Christmas... Midnight Mass and candles and mulled wine... the sheer joy of it all!
I already made my pudding and the cake, I've got the big presents sorted for family and the rest just lives in two large tea chests beside the freezer... so we don't buy that much actually. It's not a spending spree - just lots of socialising with friends and family, and singing in the choir on Christmas morning and planning secret surprises for each other... and holly of course. Must get into the garden and cut some holly...