A couple of days ago someone clicked on a post of mine where I got salty about people from The Royal Kingdom of Fife being inter-bred…
I’m related to…
Samuel Greig married Sarah (1752–1793), daughter of Alexander Cook. Their union would give rise to children and grandchildren who later married into the Russian and German nobility.
Mmmn. In the 20th century the Greig’s and the Cook’s married again.
My Dad’s sister, Joy, married Archie Cook. Both of them local.
They had three daughters and the last time I went to a full Scottish Ceilidh was their eldest daughter, Fiona’s, wedding in Kinghorn. We don’t do pompous. FUN and Family are the Name of the Game
OMG. LOTS of men in kilts. Lots of music. Lots of dancing. My Dad even asked me for a dance but I was 8 months pregnant with my first son and felt like a heffalump. I couldn’t even toast the bride with a dram :o(
The slow cooker is paying for itself already. Yesterday I cooked a chicken in it and had the foresight to leave all the juicy juices, chicken stock and leftovers in said pot.
I NEED CHICKEN SOUP FOR MY SOUL.
Jackie recipe :
Randomly dice up one onion, a few carrots, a few potatoes and fry them gently in olive oil for some time. Add the juices from the crockpot plus more Chicken Oxo cube stock and a splash of herbes de provence. Simmer until all the veg is tender.
Let the pan cool, add a few chunks of rescued chicken then bash it all about a lot with a whizzy thing until you get a smooth something – I had to add a bit of milk here to help the whizz.
Season to taste. Lots of salt and pepper.
Fry off some bacon lardons. Add to the mix.
I have some double cream to hand and may go a bit creamy when I add the rest of the chicken and reheat everything about 5pm.
Done this absolute true life thing too many times before.
MY first viewing of this film was on a night duty at Checkpoint Bravo in Berlin.
This was the entrance into Berlin from Checkpoint Alpha in Helmstedt (did duty there too!) via what we called The Corridor. Which was a long autobahn with no speed limits. YAY. Drove it. Scared myself stupid at over 100 miles an hour.
At Bravo there was a long desk. Us Brits (two) were at the beginning. Two US MP in the middle. Two French MP at the end of the desk.
Mick – my oppo – brought in a portable TV one night and we all watched.
I’ve had so much respect for Cathy Hay for a long time. Her videos have both helped and bamboozled me over the years.
She is best known as a seamstress/sewer/tailor/creator of garments/clothing historian.
Why did she connect with me so well? How did I understand or even recognise that innate sadness deep inside?
BTW – I never saw any bright lights or welcoming faces. I saw only a darkness too deep and too terrifying ever to give in to it. My place was HERE. Despite my inability to cope with the pain of living. Dying is easy….living is hard.
The “mad, bad, dangerous to know” girl (my favourite traveller-in-crime) & I danced in the moonlight a few times. Paris. Rome. Dubai. Venice. On a plane. In a car in the Chunnel. In wales. On my kitchen table…………
The most memorable was about 2am. In Dubai. Walking from the bar to our rooms. Via the swimming pool.
Our feet were hot so we danced in the shallow end. Kicking water at each other.
but…But…BUTT…I’m not the person in year 3/4 still demanding a MEELYON$ from a certain yt channel.
What he’s done to bring that on him is not my business. But something WAS done that PROVOKED a blackmail.
If you don’t do xyz, I WILL DO ZYX.
Nowt to do with me. I’m a giver not a taker. And I’ve NEVER BLACKMAILED anyone in my life.
Some have tried it on me. I came back with the good old – PROVE IT.
And they Ran AWAY. Like a flock of seagulls denied a free meal
We have Love-Joy-Midas-Music-Seagulls-COWARDS here.
Jim Leonard, Lovejoy’s old mentor, asks for his help in a plot to sting greedy Dutch art dealer Hans Koopman, who once cheated Jim’s wife’s Judy’s late father. At a weekend house party where Tinker poses as a lord and Eric as a gentleman farmer, they persuade Koopman to buy a fake Klimt painting in exchange for a parcel of diamonds, but on Monday morning Lovejoy discovers that Koopman is not the only person whom the Leonards have deceived.
Look & learn. Or not. YOUR CHOICE, mes not-so-braves.
I-RAN. Our Iranian friends are back in touch. The father and the daughter. Constant comms. FACT!
As a young teenager, my favourite piece of clothing was a cheesecloth shirt. I wore it to death!
I have a few metres of striped cheesecloth now for shirt, dressmaking. Sigh.
I love cheesecloth. So 1970’s.
It’s also called Muslin and was once so finely woven that it was known as Garment of the Wind.
Though Dhaka muslin vanished more than a century ago, there are still intact saris, tunics, scarves and dresses in museums today. Occasionally one will resurface at a high-end auction house such as Christie’s and Bonhams, and sell for thousands of pounds.
How about a revisit to the Emperor With No Clothes?
I did this one three years ago. But I’ll self-ref without shame.
In the little back bedroom of my Nan’s house, my room, there was space enough for a single bed and a bookcase. On the bookcase were all of my Mum’s childhood books. Blyton, Kingsley, A.A. Milne, Ransome, Walter Scott and Walter de la Mare.
I once sent a snarky reply to The Tartarian Princess on yt. She exclaimed that she was waiting for her Tartarian Prince.
I said that a Tartarian Princess didn’t need a prince. She could rule all on her. Like Tamar of Georgia.
I must’ve been “Gay” all my life and never knew it.
That’s a bummer.
I’ve done ALL that Rowan describes, all of my life.
OK. That’s me out of the wardrobe.
I AM OFFICIALLY A GAY FEMALE& SLIGHTLY QUEER TOO!
I’m also a huge Agatha Christie fan and she uses “GAY” to mean happy & “QUEER” to mean strange.
BTW : When I was 6 years old and we had to live with Nan for a while before moving to Scotland, I gathered all the fallen petals from her roses and squished them into a jar of water – to make rose water.
Apparently, so I’ve been told, these beautiful, shy, very quiet and skitty deer are now classed as VERMIN and available to be killed at any time by anyone.
A bit like my MacGregor family under government proscription a few centuries back.
the name of Gregor or MacGregor … that every such person or persons assuming or taking to themselves the said name … shall incur the pain of death which pain shall be executed upon them without favour.
Fluffing Elite Tossers.
Yes. They eat the bark off some trees but a bit of chicken fixes that. (The deer, that is. Not Clan Gregor or Tossers!!!!??)
We get them in our garden. I had one at six a.m. this morning right in front of me as I did the washing up. She was a tiny doe. We watched each other in silence and stillness for ages. Then I waved at her and she ran.
Most of them, even the bucks, are not even as tall as our German Shepherd was.
I felt all brave yesterday and went up into the attics to find my “inheritance.”
That would be the cardboard box with all our old family mementos in.
Effing cobwebs. Effing buckets full of water. Effing other people putting their crap on top of everyeffingthing.
It’s only a small box. I couldn’t find it :o(
Where are we going with this? Well. I’m making a series of “journals/books” to hold all these precious items from my parents and both sets of grandparents. For my grandchildren – when my boys stop picking certain types women as partners. Tttccch.
There isn’t one of my many Oor Wullie comics in there – sadly. But I just wanted to reconnect with my lost loved ones.
Being born in Singapore and being a Water Tiger – February the 1st this year is MASSIVE for me.
Welcome to the YEAR of the TIGER :o)
BTW : 9 hours ahead of GMT…they’ve already celebrated. Via the virtual !
Enjoy this spectacular virtual fireworks to welcome the Lunar New Year – Year of the Tiger at Chinatown, Singapore. Due to the COVID-19 pandemic, there are no traditional fireworks scheduled to be let off in Singapore. So to keep spirits up, here is a virtual one to usher in the new year. Huat ah!