I see...

Onions in lime juice or something...

I couldn't possibly reveal my secret ingredient

I don't feel well...

Oh dear, feeling delicate are we?



There once was a lady called Rhonda
Who the gentlemen were rather fond o'
She fed them her treats
And revolting sweets
And they were last seen way down yonder...

yes, suddenly...

'Ave a drop of me 'ome brew, love - it'll perk yer right up!

*burp*

what's in that then?...

D'ya wanna come up and see me recipes?

*Rhonda bats her eyelids*

oooh err missus!

I've seen your green pickled onions...

But wait till yer sees me passion fruit macaroons. No man can resist!

what do they look/taste like then?...

*Produces ancient biscuit tin and removes lid, revealing congealed mess with fascinating odour*


Gerra load o' this, boy!

Bleurrrrgggghhhhh!!!!!

*Rhonda retires, hurt*


Admittedly, they are an acquired taste...

Quite...

I'm off to bed. Before you serve me any more of your food...

goodnight...

( )

Let me know when you reach Bodnant Gardens girls, and I'll be waiting. If I miss you there I will see you on top of the Great Orme.

It's a good job I'll be along doing the cooking.

Gert, those Beetroots will be perfect for the Borscht. I'll put you on soup cooking duty, and Beetroot and chocolate cake works really well, and I've got just the Chocolate, some of the Green and Blacks really dark stuff. Once It has gone into the carpet bag, it it weightless.

We may be able to incorporate some beetroot into deserts in a way that works.... for once!

That Heston fella does summat fancy wi' beetroot to make it taste like blackcurrant - we could pop in and ask him for 'is recipe.

I like Betws, we went there for my Biology field trip when I did my A levels. Mountain walking is such fun Maddie. The women are always out numbered by the men
Barri looks a bit green

Thanks to Gerts supply of Beetroot, I have made a delcious Beetroot and Chocolate Cake mmm.

*burp*

*hic*

*BURRRRRP*



what was in those macaroons?.....

Just heard Hestons had to close 'The Fat Duck' , because of food poisoning ! That will take him down a peg or two !

Dagwood: Quack!
Quackers: Quaaak, quack
Other ducks:

Never fear! It's coming back as 'The Rather Haggard-looking Duck' shortly....

Not 'Blumenthal's Bloater', then?

Rather Haggard - thats the chap wot wrote King Solomons Mines, wasn't it?

That's the one!

Maddie, do you think we will ever get Dagwood and Quackers back from Bodnant Gardens. I think it was a bad idea for them to go swimming in the lily pond.
Still, maybe when they open tomorrow???
Another drinky dearest?? Old bean?
I wish Clarri didn't snore quite so loudly. This camper van is comfy but you can hear everything

Perhaps we should leave them there May. They can fly home if they want to .
I'll have a vodka and ginger ale I think.

Harri does make rather a row. Let's tip his sleeping bag out of the van when he's sound asleep. He won't find out until morning and he'll blame Liddy.

Good idea old flower pot. They tip Clarri out into the hedge
Wow, that's better Madd. I can hear myself think now. My Mama used to say that
When the cleaners were hoovering, and the butler was cleaning the silver, Lady Ponsonby Smythe would get very agitated by the noise and retire to bed with a "head".

He's a noisey thing, awake or asleep.

Never stops Madd, never stops. Fancy a midnight snack??
Bacon sarnie??

zzzzzz

Is that an earthquake I hear outside Maddie??

ok....who tipped me into this hedge?

and...who thought it'd be funny to strap a flowerpot to my head?...

Sorry Harri but you were making quite a lot of noise last night and we couldn't sleep. Get in old bean because we are ready for off again.
I suggest that we head to the car park and have a trek up Snowdon. If we can keep May away from the mountain rescue team we'll have a lovely time and be in the cafe at the top by tea time. Then we can return on the little train.

Ooh Madd,
He was lovely that rescue chappie. All those muscles
A pity I sprained my ankle though................just as well they were out doing rescues.
What's for tea??
Did Clarri make it down again? Haven't seen him for a while. Liddy did make a to do in the cafe at the top Madd. Tap dancing on the tables isn't really her thing

Dunno May, I haven't seen him since you distracted those rescue men.

I have paid the cafe owner for the repair of the table and now we can get the train back.

I fancy some good Welsh curry for tea and some real lae too so when we get back to the motorhome we should park it for the night and settle in for a pleasant supper and a glass or several.

hmmm...that was quite a steep hill...

What exactly do you mean by " real lae" Madd. Is that a quaint old Welsh expression for a bit of how's your father??

I'm sure there a real lae brewed in that there welsh village with lots of l's and w's. Its called 'Rumpy Pumpy'

Reminds me of a cocktail of Cherry B and Cider called a "Leg Over".

Hey up gels. I've been playing with that Gerald chappie
What do you say to that then Maddie. Jealous I bet??
Where is next on our sojourn?? Are we going to Blackpool Tower??
Great Aunt May.

You must not play with him. He is not a toy!

He's also a bit too old to be a toy-boy!

Seemed happy enough to me old bean

Confucius said "Beware the man who looks happy when you play with him" -----

(Well, maybe it wasn't Confucius, but Confused )

Lowersinth, recalling her time with the Tank Regiment, has volunteered to drive the camper today.

OK, Gels, where are we going to today?

*revs engine and selects reverse*

*Norma adopts “brace” position*

We are off to to hit the coast road and then we'll do the zoo in Chester before going to visit the recorders in the Grosvenor Museum. I have a plan to "borrow" one so I may need May and Liddy to distract me. Perhaps Lowersinth might lend a hand too.

Got your HG grade V cert old bean?


By the way, who has started on this embroidered sampler? It reads "Beware the man who looketh happy when thou playest with him." I hope that it isn't a present for me.