Wow! Hello ladies.
I'm sorry to have missed so much. I wish it had been me that Racing saw in Sherborne Garden Centre, but alas I have been here in the big bad city all week. It would have been lovely to meet for a chat amongst the herbaceous perennials. Dare I ask, Racing, what made you think it was moi, (seen here with my two under-gardeners, as it was Mellors' day off and I needed someone to carry the phyllostachis nigra to the car)?
I'm sending out vibes of lurve and arm-patting supportiveness to everyone who is ill or caring for sick children, spouses or pets. And empathetic ((winces)) to those with crumbly teeth. My biggest dental bugbear is that since I had my wisdom teeth out, the rest have moved around - in the manner of Conrad Poohs and his Amazing Dancing Teeth - and so all the painful orthodontistry of my distant yoof has been undone.
And this is my favourite place on MN too. Elsewhere, it either gets too shouty or too points-scory or too random-people-coming-together-never-to-be-seen-againy. Whereas here we have our lovely little multi-national community where newcomers are gathered into the fold.
I too had been thinking about where we might decamp to next. I had been thinking of a richly-decorated bedouin tent, but is that too tenty for those who like bricks and mortar? If not, converting the priest hole into a spa sounds good. Which reminds me, has anyone seen justabout recently? I think I saw her posting from (was it?) Romania but it's been a while since she dropped in here.
And if it is to be a spa, I nominate Cmot to be in charge of recruiting nail technicians and others, as she clearly knows what's what and, despite her protestations, is obviously a bit of a glamour-puss.
I too am a bit at the moment so shall go and load myself with all my amber jewellery (not enough to rival JM's MIL's collection, I am sure, but enough to achieve the fairground fortune teller look, nevertheless).
I'll pass on the soup, too, but will just help myself to a lewd roll.