Oooooooooooh, I s'pose so. Gawd help me if I become Great GREAT Aunt Dilys.
I'll av to start kanitting martini jackets and bootlegs and fings with likkle duckies on them!
When did all this love blossom then - over an organ, I s'pose. An' wot abart the bride to be? Wot's she got to say abart all this?Speak up fer yerself gal
- let me know what yer in tentshuns is twards me poor dear diapason
Pass me that rosey wine.
Are we avin chips with dinner?
I'll 'ave to shake the moths balls outta me best chiffon frock.
OO's gonna be maida Vona - an bride's smades and oo's gonna play the organ and do the Buff It afterwards?
ERE - it ain't gonna be one o them Uncivil Patnachips is it?
More rosey please
QUOTE(jod @ Sep 13 2007, 04:00 PM)
Now there's too choices for dinner. Puy lentils (I stopped off in the Auvergne on the way back) with ceps, and herbes de provence (actually the came from the garden of someone I know in Uzes) and Ratatoille (they also had a vegetable glut) or fillet de beuf avec ceps et huille de truffle. I cook some apples of the earth for you lot although I'm also doing grilled polenta for me.
Oh and as the local farmer gave me some more apples yesterday (pud was excellent yesterday btw) I've already made my puff pastry and its tarte Tartin avec creme fraiche for afters.
Ere. dear........good coook as ya might be, I wouldn't av you writing out my me an u's if I was running a restyrant. Ya can't spel
RATATWILLY if ya don't mind and while we're at it - it's BOOF as in Boofant, as in Mr.
Don't teech em nuffink these days