The Robbing Butcher - Bemused by the Patio at FrogMhor Cottage

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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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Happy birthday mr. mhor!

It's beautiful here today, but still very windy and SO cold.

Just discovered we have a fence panel down so dog will have to be chaperoned in the garden til we can get it fixed, as it leads onto a road. That'll be fun, black dog/dark night/howling gale.

Are we all thriving or merely surviving? over on the Malarkey & Hubris thread I have shared Germaine Greer's thoughts on the Sussexes.

Thriving in Chiara despite the heartbreaking news of yet another royal(ish) catastrophe.

Went out yesterday with the dogs (they were climbing the walls as hadn't been out the day before) and was dragged horizontally to the fields in the face of the gale and into the Teeth Of The Storm.

I was not the only idiot out there,

All of us had dogs and miserable expressions.

I was pretty warm in spite of the weather as I had (bottom up) fleece-lined wellied, thermal socks, thick waterproof trousers, tee-shirt, jumper, fleece jacket, waterproof anoraky-type jacket, two hats - one beanie, one pompom (actually, I was cooked, except for my face which was frozen solid in the sleet). I also had a pair of fingerless gloves and over them a pair of those mittens that you can flip the tops down - essential for poo-pick-ups in cold weather.

It was an hour and a half of misery.

Currently we have high winds and snow flurries. I may get rid of the dogs and buy a yak.

lol schadenfreude that sounds much worse than here. But I am a southern softie so am allowed to be a wuss. That's a lot of clothes though... I am thnking of digging out the ski jacket DD1 left at home, instead of my usual knee length yachting coat.

(That sounds really posh, it's actually a yachting brand I bought in a lovely little boutique on the High Street. I was put off yachting many many years ago when taken on a small boat for a 7 hour trip and they LEFT THE BLOODY PICNIC BEHIND!) And it was in the Gare Loch in Scotland so very very very cold.)

It was a lot of clothes. It was too many clothes. I could have managed without the fleecy jacket and the beanie, but I should have had a scarf round my face - I couldn't feel my lips or eyelids . . .

I have never been yachting Yolo - I understand that it involves water and being sick (optional).

However the concept of a picnic is one close to my heart, and to leave a picnic behind would have broken me.

However the concept of a picnic is one close to my heart, and to leave a picnic behind would have broken me.

Many years ago, The Mhors and two of the Young Mhors went on a picnic.

Our aged aunt came with us and made her own picnic to add to ours.

Imagine our collective horror when we arrived and discovered not only thousands of midges, but the absence of both picnics.

You read that right. We (Mr. Mhor actually) had left the picnic in the holiday cottage and our Aunt left hers in the kitchen of her house.

We were in the middle of nowhere, too. DC were furious.

We got back in the car and decided to explore a local cave.

I may have been hoping that Mr. Mhor would get lost in the cave and fail to return

Scottish midges are absolute bastards.

Just back from the beach - it was sunny but so windy it took your breath away. Tammie is about to post about it on her FB page (@tammiewin-ettingatlife should you care to look). Am sure MN will delete if not allowed!

Big big seas, so she couldnt swim poor baby. Bloody weird baby if you ask me, it's freezing!

Tammie Win-etting at Life. Actually there is a random * in my post above. It is deeply silly but amuses me - I am easily amused.

Imagine my despair when I discovered that the RB was, in fact, open.

The cunning bastard!

Tammy's FB page is great, what a funny girl!

aw thank you 7 she is a funny girl and has saved my mental health over the last dreadful 18 months. Her favourite thing in the morning, once I've made my tea and she's had her bonio, is to wriggle around on her back on the kitchen floor going 'look at me, look at ME'. For at least 5 mins. If ignored she goes back to bed while I drink my tea, but if paid attention then you are DOOMED!

Truly man's best friend
Hope to get one in a few years if DH and I work from home on alternating days.

Many years ago my then boss used to have a border collie that I took to the park to run with after every shift.
He just didn't give the pupper enough exercise so I had to step in.

Tammie's FB page is hilarious, yolo. Cheered up my morning cuppa no end!

I’m pleased to report the workmen are in, making the loft a storage-able space. 😊

Hope all is well at yours too?

thank you fleas, I have fun with it!

7 that sounds good, you will be able to fill it with all the crap you don't know what to do with but can't get rid of!

Today I am going to positively thrive, friend coming round for a dog walk then we're going to the pub to be ladies wot lunch. Dog counted as a lady for this purpose. I imagine wine will be taken.

That’s thriving and no mistake!

THE ROBBING BUTCHER HAS PLAYED A LOW BLOW

Mr. Mhor bought square sausage at the RB's shop yesterday.

It seems to be very poor quality. Nothing like his usual (excellent) square sausage.

Has the RB figured out who we are? Has he deliberately served Mr. Mhor with poor-quality square sausage?

And more to the point - why was his shop open again today?

The RB is never open more than three days each week.

It seems to be very poor quality. Nothing like his usual (excellent) square sausage.

It's a Brexit sausage, isn't it?

A Brexit Square Sausage

Ah.

Yes - that must be it, fleas.

you may be interested to know that I have started a blog. I have one follower already, yay me!! thebigsussexhouse.com/.

Well, yolo I have subscribed.

ooh is it you with the beautiful name then?! Shit, I'd better up my standards given your eloquence!

MORE EXPENSE AS THE PATIO IS NEARLY FINISHED

Well, all I can say is "Wow".

Apparently now we need a bag or two of slate chippings.

Or maybe six.

Or possibly ten, since the first bag (which arrived today) has only covered a small area.

I am wondering if Mr. Mhor has trouble calculating anything. He could not work out how many slabs we would need. Now it seems that he cannot work out how many 25 kg. bags of slate chippings we need.
I am getting well pissed off.

Eloquence?

I just gave you my email address. No comments of any kind.

If you check the email addresses which are subscribed to your blog you should have no trouble working out which is mine.

In other news, I continue to thrive - have not only managed to move the lawn tractor from Mr Yolo's garage into my New Shed but cut the grass as well. Only in the garden, as the field resembles the Somme battlefields but well happy with the garden bit.

How are your loft men doing 7?

Given that last time I looked there was only one mustress.... ! (Hope this doesnt out you, technofuckwit here, I can always delete this comment?)

Slate chippings never go as far as you think, nor bags of stones either