I had a little episode last night when everything just got too much for me. I was making supper at the time. What sparked it off? Well, for a start, Bert brought the wrong sort of cabbage. So it was that I was quietly sobbing into the cottage pie when Swisser, the first of our supper guests, arrived.
Hi everyone! Here I am!
Hi.
Are you alright?
No. I'm not
What's wrong. Is Bert being horrible to you?
No. He's been very good to me.
Well never mind. Here's a celeriac. That should cheer you up. It's organic.
Thanks.
take care nelly
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I've been fretting about you being 'down'...and hope things look brighter soon! I've had the odd 'weeps' myself recently but an unexpected visit from the Darling Daughter and The Best Son-in-Law (in my world) last evening went a long way to chase the blues.
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Take care. I love the voice you give to life.
Aw, Nelly. I'm sorry to hear you are feeling so glum. Hope you feel better soon. *Bloghug.*
ReplyDeletewe all have wrong cabbage days, but I hope you feel better for it.
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It was the curly stuff I wanted! That hard white cabbage is useless for cooking. I only like it in coleslaws and other salads.
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