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no guinness - see ya lata. :o( xx

There's always some Guinness Kivver :-)

dont listen to the bunny, we have emergency supplies :-)

Hi opto, Fundy, stockbunny says ''computer says nooo'' and we all know the girls always wear the trousers.

Not when it comes to beer supplies!

Now look chaps I'm going by the stock cupboard and cellar but if Opto or Fundy has some hidden somewhere then you may be in luck. I still find secret hordes of Bods from time to time, under floorboards, behind pipes, in the coal shed from when our dear Pouchy was about so nothing when it comes to our gentlemen and their favourite tipple will surprise me!
;>)

;0)

I'm back and not too financially challenged by the shopping. Her-indoors demanded a visit to a farm shop, 30 miles away to boot. Funny thing, when we got there I found they also sold Italian Handbags. Still, it has solved that perrenial question of what to buy for crimbles.

Bags of fresh veg and a few other oddments will save a few items on the list for the last pre-crimble trolley race.

Now, regards the Guinness, Stockbunners does not know this but there is a direct pipeline under the Irish Sea to the Guinness well. So despite her doubts, there is no shortage. That bottle stuff is only for visitors, the real stuff comes out of the tap in the bar marked "Not for washing".

Oh dear - why didn't someone tell me this before I got the plumber to
plumb in the new washing machine - I wondered what that aroma was
on the t-towels!
;>)

Well Socco has had a good morning, very convenient that the farmshop was selling Italian handbags :-)

Oh I don't know....leather...farm shop...it has a related quality
;>)

You girls, you are always a step ahead of us! We are like lambs being led to slaughter :-/

Opto
I believe it may not have been too much of a coincidence.

stockbunny
I thought 'T' towels always smell like that!

My pillow case and shoes do. :o(

Ah bless, never mind, have a guinness!
:>)

Oh heck, I'm due on space duty in 20 minutes as an auxiliary Jedi and I can't find my light sabre.

Here's a nice pink one Socks

I asked the wife what she wanted for Christmas. Aparently she had already hinted what she wanted. Unfortunately it would take Miss Marple to pick up the hint, which was probably delivered during football on the telly so I was definately not listening. This means that I am in deep poo. I have bought her something expensive to go round her neck, but it will not be tight enough to save me!!

Oh dear, how sad, never mind.

Good morning all, FEB on the go, tea in the pot and fresh coffee percing. Will it be a blue day, here's hoping.

Very quiet in here today, I must be using the wrong soap! Never mind the loneliness, I shall nonetheless start preparing elevenses.