| lesley153
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| The word "lashings" wasn't meant to be punitive at all. It was a nod to Enid Blyton. Honest! |
Reply #3661. Oct 03 11, 4:12 PM
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MotherGoose
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Being half English (on my mother's side), I am familiar with "butty" and "sarnie". Married to an American, I am familiar with "sammiches" (which is used in jest). However, being Australian, you can't beat a good "sanger"!
Being half Dutch (on my father's side), I was raised with sauerkraut. For those of you who like sauerkraut, I serve it to my family with Dutch sausages (rookwurst) and mashed potato which contains crisp-fried bacon bits (real ones, not the fake ones Americans put in salads). Yum!
Reply #3663. Oct 03 11, 5:01 PM
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| lesley153
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| Yum indeed. I shall dream of good solid food. *drool* |
Reply #3664. Oct 03 11, 5:41 PM
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| trojan11
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Really quite taken with Tiepolo's addiction to punitive lashings. Should we perhaps transfer the party venue to Tiepolo's B&B (bacon&bondage)place? I know, it's a pain; might be worth the price of the sauerkraut 'tho. :)
Reply #3665. Oct 03 11, 7:02 PM
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| lesley153
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Addiction or obsession? Interesting angle. Shall we ask?
Yoohoo tiepolo - can we can and play at your house? We'll bring home-made sauerkraut and cake! |
Reply #3666. Oct 03 11, 7:24 PM
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| trojan11
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Might have to wait for a reply, 'cos Tiepolo's ,well, sort of all tied up at the moment.
Reply #3667. Oct 03 11, 7:55 PM
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| tiepolo
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I mentioned "lashings" only once! You, my Mistress and my Master, are the ones obsessed.
Sure, come to my play party. Bring the cats, number nine. :)
Sauerkraut and cakes? Oh, please. You're English, and I want scones and strawberries and clotted cream! *stereotyping*
Reply #3668. Oct 03 11, 8:21 PM
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| lesley153
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Thank you, I'm on my way! Are you sure you wouldn't prefer pastrami on rye and a bit of pecan pie?
**I can do stereotyping too!** |
Reply #3669. Oct 04 11, 4:35 AM
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| tiepolo
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What stereotype is that, m'dear? A person from New York who's moved to Georgia? :)
I do like rye. Pecan pie, I can live without.
Just bring your sterling intellect, please?
Reply #3670. Oct 04 11, 5:24 AM
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| lesley153
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Pecan pie is the official state pie/pudding of three states that I know of (I looked it up!), and I thought it was a pan-American treat.
I've had maple pecan ice cream (or was it butter pecan? it was a long time ago) at Jahn's Ice Cream Parlo(u)r, and enjoyed it enormously. Does that count?
I also thought pastrami on rye had escaped from the confines of Mindy's and Guys and Dolls, and become another pan-American staple. Deluded again. :(
Strawberry jam, scones, clotted cream? I can do that. :) |
Reply #3671. Oct 04 11, 6:15 AM
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| tiepolo
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Well, pecan pie and pastrami (I love alliteration!) are available throughout the country, but they're associated with certain areas.
I had to look Jahn's up. I know NYC and Miami, but I'm more nearly interested in Ethiopian food and Cuban food, respectively, when I'm in those areas.
"Strawberry jam, scones, clotted cream? I can do that. :)"
Wunderbar! When may I expect you? You will get hugs, fer shur!
Reply #3672. Oct 04 11, 6:40 AM
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| lesley153
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My American cousins were brought up in the Bronx, and it was the Bronx Jahn's that my youngest cousin took me to. I think it closed quite recently.
I'm on my way. :) |
Reply #3673. Oct 04 11, 7:25 AM
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| lesley153
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| One of the things Jonathan was told would happen this week was that they would all do tests on each other. He reports that his ECG shows he's alive. Good news indeed. :) |
Reply #3674. Oct 04 11, 8:02 AM
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| lesley153
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| My Cunning Plan came to fruition today. Anyone want to hear about my Cunning Plan? |
Reply #3675. Oct 04 11, 1:23 PM
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| trojan11
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Yes, right now. Before you bin it to the back of your mind.
Did the Merv survive?
Reply #3676. Oct 04 11, 1:42 PM
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| lesley153
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I think not! OK, from the top.
Merv wants me to save my free papers for him, because he isn't getting them, not because of delivery failure, but because he has chosen to block their delivery. He told me it sets off his burglar alarm.
The last time he called to pick them up, he removed the property supplement from one of them - "don't want that" - and threw it on the floor.
Pick that up please.
"Huh - you what?"
Please pick up the section you just threw on the floor.
"Oh. OK then."
Before he left, he placed his order for the following week.
I suggested that he remove the "no free papers" notice from his front door, and reduce the sensitivity of the burglar alarm. He wasn't interested. He has no need to change anything while he thinks he has a tame neighbourhood supplier. (Tame - me?) I then told him that he's doing this only because he wants to see me, and he responded with deep sarcasm.
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Yesterday, he rang the doorbell to pick the papers up but I ignored it. It would spoil the surprise I'd planned. Today he texted me to ask me to save the papers. I replied "Have done. Will talk later." I was in the post office at the time, and mentioned it to one of the people there, who used to manage the main post office in the town centre, and said that text was from someone he might know. It seems everyone knows him!
The man in the post office said "Don't have anything to do with him," and told me a few things I knew and a few more I didn't, all of it unpleasant.
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From there, I went straight round to Merv's house. The notice on the door says "no free papers" and "aim left."
I folded one of the papers in half and tried to push it through the letterbox. No, it's too fat on one side. I turned it round and it went in. It took three goes for the other one to join it, and it may come out the other side a little the worse for wear, but worse things happen.
I must have spent a good three or four minutes battling with his letterbox. If that's not enough to set his burglar alarm off, I can't imagine what is - short of a hammer.
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I said it was simple. Cunning, but simple. I've just proved that the story about the burglar alarm is a load of bull, and removed another contrived "reason" for him to call on me. All future newspapers will go straight in the recycling.
That was at five o'clock, and it's gone nine. I'm sure I'll get a thank you call any minute now! |
Reply #3677. Oct 04 11, 2:24 PM
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| trojan11
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Yes, that was indeed a most cunning plan. But won't you miss his wit, his charm, his BO and halitosis?
Reply #3679. Oct 04 11, 2:42 PM
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| lesley153
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What a wonderful image!
He began his text with "I see you've just got in," so he'd obviously walked past. I'd been in the town centre and had a few things to do in the suburbs, and I'd nipped home, only for a minute, to pick up an envelope.
As I didn't see him, I don't know if he was on his way to or from his house. What fun if he was home while all the paper-stuffing was going on, and didn't have the nerve to show his face.
I may never hear from him again. I can live with that. |
Reply #3680. Oct 04 11, 2:45 PM
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