SEVENTH NOVEMBER RISING (THAT INDICATES AN UPDATE!)
BIG BANG EVOLUTION
Our area is swarming with socks people were blasted out of, and creatures trying to get back into the minds they were frightened out of. Yes, last night’s thunderstorm was worthy of the best upcountry productions. At times it seemed like one continuous flash and an ongoing roll of deafening drums. It had the entire pooch pack cowering at my feet, looking at me accusingly and/or pleadingly.
I’d almost completed a long email to one of my publishers, and while I was still trying to isolate the computers a mighty flash and boom knocked out the tripswitch – and all my labours.
I got to bed very late and in a foul mood. Nightmares took one look, and galloped off to do their grazing somewhere else.
TRAINBREEZER (I MEAN BRAINTEASER)
Take note of adore me far so late, do.
(Can anyone guess what class of people one might address this spaced-out advice to?)
FOOD, REALLY AWFULLY GLORIOUS FOOD …
‘Tis the season to be jolly,
And to eat too much, by golly!
In Westville had a Xmas lunch
Where prawn starters we did crunch,
Followed, then, roast chick and veg,
With, of stuffing, a good wedge,
Afters was an apple pie,
Cheese and biscuits, coffee by …
Friday, last, at yacht club dined:
F’r calamari was inclined,
Followed by ice cream, of course,
With a chocolate Bar One sauce;
Saturday at Olive and Oil,
To Greek-salad-starter loyal;
Prego piri-piri steak -
So hot, hair on end did make! -
Shared, too, wifey’s shrimp-head start;
Of her prawns, also a part!
Sunday, Rawdons; Midlands trip:
Roast pork with a crackling strip,
Creamed spinach, pumpkin, and fat chips –
Guaranteed to go to hips!
To finish, apple pie and cream –
I am fond of those, ‘twould seem!
By the time Christmas should come
I’ll have so much in my tum
That I will not want to know …?
(Think that is unlikely, though!)
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