The Robbing Butcher - Bemused by the Patio at FrogMhor Cottage

[TheMustressMhor]

What next for the Robbing Butcher?

Will he wander past Mhor Cottage several times a day so that he can keep an eye on the progress of the patio?

Will Mr. Mhor's measurements turn out to be wrong? And will Mustress Mhor and her DH have too many SLABS as a result?

If they do, what will they do with them?

Will the eggs be dippy tomorrow?

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I love anything cheesy with roast lamb - macaroni cheese, cauli cheese, risotto - works a treat.

Got to venture out with the hound, then shower - pub quiz tonight accompanied by DD2 and her boyf's parents. We've only met them once before. I Must Not Get Drunk.

yolo hope there’s tiara questions tonight

Have fun!

I’m being treated to DH signature dish for dinner - spaghetti Bolognese.

So jealous of everyone’s dinners. We are at the hairdressers (alone with my 3 DC, all under 11). So far they are running 25min late, haven’t even started. This is beyond painful. I think we will get a pizza take away . I am slowly losing the will to live....

You Really Must Not Get Drunk, yolo.

Isn't spag bog the only dish that Mr. Worfs can cook?

Correct.
At first he thought he'd try lasagne, but had last minute cold feet.

Mr. Mhor frequently has cold feet in the culinary department.

He is quite good at mince and taties.

And going to the Chip Shop.

yolo I hope you won the quiz.

It is essential for denizens of these threads to win quizzes.

MUSTRESS MHOR HAS SECOND THOUGHTS

The patio is growing on me.

Not literally.

Phew I’m glad you clarified about the patio. For a moment I’d thought MrMhor had found a use for the spare slab and you would be no more

I hope everyone has a week where they thrive not merely survive

We Did Not Win. I Did Not Get Drunk. It was a good eventing.

I may be gettig a bit drank now tho.

NOW WHAT?

In a surprise move, Mr. Mhor has suggested that we offer the one lone slab, for which we have no use, on the local FB page.

I think not.

What would anyone want with just one slab?

Stepping stone in the lawn to help stand on to hang washing on a rotary line?

ROTARY WASHING LINE DEBACLE

It so happens that Mr. Mhor removed the rotary washing line in the front garden when he constructed the patio.

He then disposed of it (but I do not know where) and I haven't seen it since.

Possibly he thinks someone in the village would benefit from owning one random slab.

AN ODD CONFESSION

And now it comes out.

Apparently there are numerous "bits of slabs" which also need to be rehomed.

Two of the Mhor DC are making the eleven-hour journey to see us on Friday.

Mr. Mhor has big plans for them, not entirely unconnected with getting rid of the Slab Remnants.

Unless, of course, he thinks that I should advertise this rubble on the village FB page too?

yolofish would you like some virtual paracetamol?

Morning everyone.

Am off to the gym to make an attempt to fit into my jeans at some point before the summer.... Mr Hippo fell asleep at 8pm last night, so am feeling energetic. Also oldest DD turned 11 today and I already had a massive piece of red velvet cake....

MR MHOR IS EMBARRASSED

We went to the village which is fifteen miles away today, to use the car wash facility.

I suggested to Mr. Mhor that we visit the Co-Op there, so we did.

Mr. Mhor parked the car and I entered the Co-Op for essential supplies. (sherry and beer)

I returned to the car, fully expecting to see Mr. Mhor hoovering the inside of it which was what he had agreed to do and all I could see was his face, looking utterly outraged.

The fact that I had failed to fork out five pence for a carrier bag, and was therefore obviously lugging sherry and beer across the car park was bothering Mr. Mhor mightily.

As I got into the car he uttered the immortal words "Everyone'll think we're a couple of alkies".

Really? Really, Mr. Mhor?

I immediately demanded to know why he wasn't hoovering the car. (It is always wise to take the war into the enemy's camp, I find) and all he had to say was "it's too fucking cold to be hoovering today".

Yeah, right. I'll remember that next time there's an outside job to be done.

😂 lol I love your posts mustress!

Afternoon all. A little post lunch nap has restored my well-being.

Is it EVER going to stop raining??

Nope , yolo I don't believe it will !

Is it ever going to stop raining

Move to Argyll. That sentence will take on a new meaning, I assure you.

Lived in Helensburgh. Twice. Say no more about rain.

Mr. Mhor was born in Dumbarton, yolo.

Does he have webbed feet mustress?! The Helensburgh saying was "if you can see the other side of the loch it's going to rain. If you can't, it is raining".