Another view

JUst had a thought...plenty room for those two Hostas you sent! :)

Now that is very strange, I was wondering about those as I walked up to feed my fish, just now. Was hoping you would be able to put them in your new place. Did you set the seeds yet I sent you if not you will be able to do that in your new greenhouse when you get it.

You didn't send me any seeds?!

the blue aquilegia (ballerina style) and something else at the minute cannot remember what. Oh yes I remember H.Tutu seeds. Oh yes I did - maybe Postman Pat didn't deliver them, damn posties. Which reminds me I have a Hellebore flowering right now, silly thing has gone potty, pretty double pink one though.

I've just checked my stash and can't find any seeds from you. I've dug up one of the ballerina aq.s to take with me, so I'm fine there...but Tutu? HOsta? darn post! Have you seen their latest leaflet...long list of stuff you can't send in the post..includes 'filth' lol....I nearly died laughing! They must be getting so fed up with Goyers parcels full of earth!! Lol! Last time I posted stuff to Rach the post office counter lady actually asked me what was in the parcel...I was shocked! She noticed my face and apologised, saying that they are now supposed to check..and then gave me the leaflet! I couldn't believe it! fancy asking you what's in your parcel!

Next time...if she asks me again I'm going to tell her it's nothing but filth!!

Oh no sorry you didn't get them, ah well I shall save some more this next year. Good job they didn't ask when the Pidgeon and Mushroom pie went to London then. lol. oh dear I have got the giggles now. Filth indeed.

(Mouldy, smirking, remains non-commital)

Not always easy to join in if you don't have the full 50 year history of our mad family Mouldy.....sorry! ;)

When I was a stew dent in London, my flatmate's Dad....he was a butcher...used to send us sirloin...no kidding...in the mail! my mUm.....not to be outdone of course....sent us a home made Pidgeon and mushroom pie that she made herself ...pigeons lovingly shot, plucked, gutted and roasted in the family homestead! got to tell you...best Pie I've ever eaten....though slightly squashed!

Oh, I've sent stuff through the post to friends, who thought they were masters of the practical joke.
Amateurs, the lot of them!
Worse, when they have to go to the post office depot to sign for the parcel & the staff all gather around to watch them signing with their faces so red you could toast bread. Lol. ;-)

When I sent the last package to you Karen the very grumpy lady at the post office asked what it was, I said plants and she replied without looking up 'try sending gift vouchers'. I don't think she would get this site Lol!
What did you send Mouldy?.....or should I have asked that!

Must admit though Annie...working in a post office must be about the worst job I can think of! Anything that involves 'frontdesk' work in a public office is dreadful....after four years working in the Dental Practice I can tell you I would never ever do that kind of work again! I even got racially abused once.....told to 'get back to where I'd come from' (England!). Having said that...we did have some laughs...there was the time I told a man that he'd be fine...he'd only feel a 'small prick'....then there was the time I proclaimed that Lynn (practice manager)and I were absolutely "Top Shelf" to everyone assembled! They don't make em like me any more you know!

Lol! That poor man :o))

I know...he laughed, which was good as he was really frightened of needles!

Thank heavens you weren't a nurse, telling him you'd have to prick his boil, Karen! =-O
Blow-up sheep, Annie, amongst other things, with bogus sex shop labels stuck to the parcel. :-)

Lol Mouldy! I was bought a blow up doll for my birthday a few years back after my husband had left. My friends had inflated and fixed him to the front door for all the neighbours to see......while I was at work Lol x

did your husband leave for work or did he just leave?

Your garden is spectacular. The hosta, do they get quite a bit of sun. It looks like it, but photos are so deceptive?
I like the casual, yet not confused, look of your garden. I am sure you planned every inch, but it looks very natural.

Envious of the way you put in the Golden Rod?

Packed his kit in black bin bags and left for good Wells!

Did he pack himself in a bin-liner?
No?
How remiss of him!!!

No silly, his Audi TT.......Mid life crisis or what Lol!

lol :O)

TOTALLY! Lol.....my OH went to test drive one around his 50th body, but his bad back couldn't take it! Lol! Just as well, as after 10 mins. in it with him test driving I was ready to throw up!

Never understood this fascination with engines, myself.
A to B, fair enough.
Style, yes.
Brooom-brooom, or BROOOM, nah! Lol.

Funny you should say that Karen, I always felt car sick in the TT. Too much BROOM for me!
My lovely friend Tracey's husband phoned her to find out what she wanted at the Chinese on his way home from work, 13 years later she is still waiting for a No.49 with Kung po sauce! Shocking at the time as there had been no arguments but we both laugh about it all now :o))x

I wish I could join in...but I don't get it! :S

He probably took a slow boat to China, Annie.

What about the joke though Billy? Lol!

Aw, c'mon, that joke's older than me, although I did have a wee snigger. ;-)

My oh doesn't get it either!

He never came home Karen! Sneaked back to his mum's after they had been together 6 years :o)

Wonder if he took his mum the No 49 with Kung Po Sauce. lol :O) Hope so you should never go home empty handed. lol. Reminded me of the story my O H tells of the Christmas Eve that he and his friend Alan went off to the shop to pick up Alan's wife a bread loaf, they were gone for hours, pub of course but she had no idea, lol we laughed about it for years afterwards. At least they returned home, I think with a bread loaf. Although they did get divorced many years later. lol. Wonder why? lol

Aha! It isn't a joke....he just never turned up. What a t****r!

I must confess...in my late teens I jumped in a mate's car for a lift back from the shop.
He said he had a quick errand to run.
London to Kent, although he never said that at the time!
The middle of nowhere, no home phone & a couple of pence to my name.
My mate, a gypsy, went on a tour of the travellers' camps & I had to tag along, in order to get back home.
Four days, we were gone.
The young lady I was shacked-up with at the time showed no sign of alarm, anger or concern, when I eventually arrived home.
Go figure! Lol.

My Oh ( the one I hope to keep this time!) was married quite young and not for long in Australia. He popped out for a packet of cigs and took 4 days but says the final straw was when he left a cold sausage on a plate in the fridge......think he had been warned about that before Lol x

That is a red line for me too...cold sausage...in the fridge!! Lol!

Karen!
Lol.

Anella, too!
You girls might make me blush.
Yeah, right! Lol.