Today's Scatterday is bought to you by the letter E and 5 knives. (note to self - bleach handles next time you do the tea cups)Do you know that White eggs are becoming scarcer? I went through quite a few and they're all brown, because customers believe that brown eggs are better for you so they feed the chooks "something" to make the shells darker. Having that thrown in my way I pondered for a bit, thought of looking through "Chambers Concise 20th Century Dictionary" that was Mum and Margaret's handbook in the days of the great Scrabble challenges, and then spied an Envelope on the desk! Hah!!!!
Plant world - I missed wonderful opportunity as I didn't take my camera with me when I visited my aunt and uncle on Wednesday - 89 & 87. Their back patio is full of Erigeron growing up in every crack. I will take one next week - it's a jungle and wonderful. This one was taken at Margaret's, mum's best friend who is still hanging in although she has dreadful Emphysema.
Terriffying things - (above is but no pics) Nothing is more scary to me than my father without his teeth and asleep! This picture was particularly terrifying as we'd shampood the carpets and I'd put the Glory Box onto his bed, just another 60cm and it would make a good coffin!!!! Eightysix and not out!
6 comments:
Well done Fran. I wondered how you were going to get your fathers photo to begin with E and I was sure his name wasn't Eric LOL.
LOL Did your Dad know you had taken the photo?? Did he mind?? Excellent Fran.
At first I really thought it was a coffin - that would have been very scary indeed.
You are a clever cookie and that photo of Dad is a scream!
I suspect you will be in a lot of trouble if he finds out that he has gone international, described as terrifying!
Well done.
Ah yes, erigeron, that pretty little daisy plant, otherwise known as "the weed from hell". Alas, erigeron, I grew it, Horatio. And then it grew itself attractively among the gardens. And then it grew itself aggressively among the gardens, and when I remonstrated with it, I realised its roots when all the way down to hell, and it produced layers upon layers of itself, so yo could weed for half an hour and clear a six inch square. Eventually I brought in the bulldozers and that saw it off. Drastic, I know....
Love the photo of your dad but, um, perhaps this something you might not mention to him?
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