Bit of this

He de frosts the car of ice for me.

I swear that blackbird has resorted to emotional blackmail. He has turned up on the kitchen window sill to eyeball me washing up. Now he has just landed on the bedroom window sill. Of course I rush out with more supplies. And true enough the table is bare.

I love mixing tastes and have left over curry which I bung a tin of fruit cocktail in and serve cold (on account of me mother once being very ill after consuming reheated rice). Sounds vile, tastes great. And cooled my over zealous sprinkling of various herbs a treat.

Bit of that

When I heard this on the news it made me laugh.