to have forgotten what went with frangipan?

[Hullygully]

Skips prettily about the vast empty potentiality of the empty Hall and awaits.

Everything crossed for today, Mimi.

Yes - here too, well except my legs, I currently have to sit old woman stylee. You know, hands on knees, legs wide apart.

But everything else is crossed

thanks ladies. Pudding gal has sweetly made breakfast muffins to wow them with...bless..just arrived!

muffins.....mmmmmmmmmmmm

I have a funnel and a length of hose. Will this in any way suffice?

I am a little wary of the hose and funnel approach. I tried that once before and the noise was frighful.But I am impressed at the ingenuity ofthe suggestion...

madame - two stone is a considerable amount, are you sure you have not simply left the captain somewhere?

Gibb at your old lady sitting position. I am going to adopt that soon just routinely. I have realised that my lycra clad, youthful, whizzing around in the gym is massively let down by my needing to take out my reading glasses to peer at the control panel on the running machine

The mortification...

I was at the theatre the other day (a terribly rare event) and sprinted down to the bar in the interval. Queued up behind a couple who bought a glass of wine and a beer which came to fifteen quid. Fainted briefly and realised had only four pounds on me and a large queue behind. Very posh young chappie behind the bar asked me what I wanted. How much for a glass of wine, I said, I've only got a few coins. Posh young chappie looks at me in disbelief and reached for the wine list. What wine would you like, Madam? Oh, I said, I haven't got my glasses, I can't possibly read that. You'll have to read it out to me.

Which he did, loudly and slowly. And I didn't care..am truly old now.

They should do wine lists with subtitles for those of us who are blind and those of us who have already had a few.

Did he read it to you as if you were a leetle bit stupid ?

More as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening to him.

I wanted to say, I'll have whatever wine costs four quid - another few years and I'll just empty my purse on the bar and say, what'll this get me? Or take my own meths.

DS was in a theatrical thing last night at the school. Tell me how you can have a hangover after a school event when you are home by 8.30? It's not right, is it?

it is the alcohol mingling with the stress and the pride I think.

Def not our age ....

Oh good. Not the six glasses of wine then.

hurrah! got the loan! yippee! can get builder off my back, pay back sis and aunt...phew.

Well done! Was it the muffins?

So, the garden visit today?

eek yes. I need to get ready. Do I really want to do this?

Hoh yes...

Right. hair washed. Legs shaved (they squealed)...special magic agent provaceur knicks on for good luck (NOT to be shown, just for some, ahem, support)

I'll take some croissants and strictly limit myself to at tops an hour visit....

shall I take some gardening books too?

No gardening books. They are so not sexy (unless they feature rude and suggestive veg). I think you should be extremely casual yet not uninterested, reserved yet possibly available, scintillating and mysterious. Can you do all that at once?

We will need a Full Report.

Bon chance! And if he doesn't grab you, he's an arse.

Good luck with gardener man today Mimi, remember to note how he tends his shrubbery. Much can be determined by how a man tends to his bush.

Do what Hully said and the pleasent breeze today should add a touch of mystique as you will look windswept and interesting as you gently finger his herbs.

Wonderful news about the loan btw

Pag and Hully, your glasses tales really made me chuckle, had the funniest images of Hully at the bar and Pag peering at instructions

Much love to you all x

We should have done her a script.

Right. I'm back!

Gorgeous house, total bombsite at the mo, as was the garden. I did take one little gardening book, which he was grateful for, and some pastries. He showed me all around the house and we sat in the rubble garden and drank tea.

I did my best to be all those things you told me to be.

He is very very nice. And definitely not gay. But I don't think he is interested in me in THAT WAY. Yet.

Did say pop round any time. and I said the same to him, but he pointed out he had to pay to do that at mine....

I was very good as kept my visit reasonably short....

eek! Still, I did not shame myself.

That is a Good Start.

Now, please make up something altogether racier, preferably featuring an oiled torso, a water butt and some crushed greenery.

Right.

As I approached the front door, which I was open, I saw several strong and manly builders doing manly things with saws...crush was amongst them...his eyes lit up with pleasure and not a little saucy twinkle...

Madame, sweaty Polish workers showing their bum cracks were not the type of water butt to which Hully was refering .

ew, Mme Paggy! I'm doing my best with poor material!