Greyfields Greyt Adventures in England

[greyfields]

We turned back from Durham today as Caroline's sore throat was too much for her to bare. Found a Boot's and we're both nicely medicated now with a nasal decongestant and expectorant (I won't explain the ordeal of having the so called "chemists" help us find the right thing). So we're having a lazy day then.

On the way back we were a bit daring. I saw a farm with a sign saying "Potatoes 6£". It didn't say how many and the place looked a bit scary. I ended up getting 20 kg's for 6 quid, plus she threw in two dozen eggs for 1£ per dozen. Not a bad day and got to chat with a farmer. Having them tonight with some field mushrooms and a bit 'o beef. It's called a "thick rib" which I'm not entirely sure what I got. I think it's either part of the chuck roast or part of the cross rib roast. We'll see. It was aged 21 days, though, so it ought be spectacular.

 

[greyfields]

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I see what you typed there!! Don't think I can't ban you from abroad. It will just take 8 hours to reach you is all.

I did go to Starbuck's today for my "skinny" mocha. I had to order 3 times before the lass could understand me. I briefly thought of Seattle then merrily went back to my absent minded state I prefer to maintain on holiday.

 

[greyfields]

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My wife's maiden name is Marples. Scary stuff!! I could end up murdered by a jam sarnie in someone's conservatory.

 

[silkiechicken]

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At least seattle isn't a skating rink as it has been for the past two weeks! Mmmm coffeee.... however I prefer big foot java.

 

[greyfields]

You would with your bigfoot hairy feet, Mrs Bigfoot lady!

Starbuck's did smell of home... at least through my nasal decongestant enhanced nostrils.

 

[silkiechicken]

haha. Watch out for those big hairy feet. They've got claws under that fur and can be used to pick up objects.

 

[BeardedChick]

Oh man, you're that close to a bottle of good Irish whiskey and you are using a decongestant instead? Tsk tsk.

 

[greyfields]

I prefer Scotch from Islay in Scotland than the Irish stuff... but with all that said, I don't do spirits that much. I'm enjoying very good beer and cider and it largely keeps me from causing myself bodily harm. The last time I drank Scotch I woke up having eating my pajamas.

Oh, wait, that was Ambien. The Scotch was a close second, though. I only ate me knickers.

 

[greyfields]

We met another Greyhound today in Helsmley, a gorgeous market town on the southern edge of the North York Moors.

Her names was "scampi". We didn't ask how she got her name, but I imagine it involved her knicking someone's tea while they weren't looking. I gave her a good long stroke which she much apprciated, even with her wooly dog jumper she had on.

It always amazes me the afection the British people will show to their pets, while always having a stiff upper lip and not hugging or kissing their wives in public. But, bring on the doggies and they go ape! Maybe Ms Marple can solve that mystery.

 

[hoosier]

I can't believe you are taking the time to post......but I'm enjoying every word!