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Ways to fly and dry

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 Hello m' pink flying goblets, I'm sat here typing away on the ol' laptop, bottle of Lidl's cheap Buck Piss cracked open. The washing's in and it's just started mizzling. Five gangly necked swans have just flown past the the window. They are currently circling round once more before they attempt a jet ski propelled, belly flop landing in the creek.   I'd better get the tea on soon, so just a short post for today.  Some purple sprouting brocolli has been freshly picked from the vege patch. They will be lightly steamed and smothered in butter. I added some pink primrose flowers too, to try and create the illusion of  being 'reet sophisticated'. Did you know they are edible?! The little pot of yellow primroses will be placed on my bedside tea trolly. They smell like sweet honey. My sister in law kindly gave me the bamboo trellis. I shall have to find good use for it. It has been a wonderfully dry week, prefect for catching up on mountains of washing. Ea...

Who fell into the pit?

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 Hello m' muscly stunt doubles, It is not always easy gardening here at Long Mizzle, with its six split leveled terraces, many steps and uneven slopes. Many a time I have found myself either stumbling up or stunt rolling down the garden with momentum. If anyone remembers 'Dynasty' from the 1980s, you may remember the classic cat fights between sappy Krystal and villainous Alexis. Well there's one 'mud slide' classic that springs to mind (copied in to the end of this post for your perusing leisure).  Above: Watch the drop! One of the terraced walls of Long Mizzle One programme Monsieur and the kids have got into during lockdown is 'Parks and Recreation' (on Netflix). It loosely centres around what will be done to the local pit. The character Andy, played by Chris Pratt, is the singer of a cringey, wanabee Dave Matthews / Hootie and The Blowfish pub band and his song 'I fell into the Pit" amusingly soundtracks this ongoing saga. Well our old pond ...