Saturday 21 September 2013

sloe, sloe quick quick sloe

After my perripato along the seafront, the old man was left to scale the South Downs for the sloes as tis the season for sloe gin. The brambles may make it to a crumble or they may just stay with the sloes for the acquired taste sloe bramble vodka. After two or three, this may be renamed SLOBKA.

We know a place on the Downs full of sloes, brambles, mushrooms and wild orchids, but if I told you where it was, and all my Russian readers will love this, then I would have to kill you.

My week ended with a wonderful visit from Granny Smith (Margi) (not to be confused with Granny Rae Smith) and her lovely family including:

Aoife (f)EE fa; WEE fa-"beautiful; radiant"

and the first flash mob video of the wedding of the Century finally arrived, hurrah! And Rebecca, oh it's Beccy to us, deserves a special mention for the best and most fascinating fascinator.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apfTikVJ6MAhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apfTikVJ6MA

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