Showing posts with label Chilling out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chilling out. Show all posts

Saturday, February 08, 2014

The weather is so delightful...not

 My dear blogmates, I've been thinking of you baking all day and I think you should all come to my place for a pool party. My pilot will pick you up and take you home. You'll be in no condition to drive or fly yourself.
 I've had the pool room cleaned and set up for afternoon tea, dinner and a little supper.
 Don't bring a thing. I've got the swim togs all sorted for our sizes, shapes and whatever.
 And of course, our Andrew, you know how he likes to put on a show. Memo to self, make sure he leaves the real and expensive ruby behind when he leaves.
 Oh, darlings, Pink Champagne is sooo last century. We're having Blanc de Bleu, to match the pool of course.
 And there'll be ice-cream. I've had the $1,000.00 Golden Sundaes flown in from Manhatten.
And there'll be cakes. They have to be petite cakes, after a few glasses of Blanc de Bleu, you elegant lot always have trouble feeding your faces.
Get ready, there'll be a knock on the door any moment now.
Oh, gosh, we'll have fun.

Tuesday, February 04, 2014

No, I didn't think these up but I could have

Now this is an ace idea except for the grass growing up between the rocks and looks like it might need weeding which is not in my job description. But around the water meter, great, since S.E.Water practically buried the Tap and meter last time hernextdoor's water pipe burst. Probably would look neat hanging off the back of the Kombi, the VW and the Falcon.

 I immediately thought of River when I saw this. I know you love bright colours and have a small garden but just right for this caterpillar. I'm not sure about glow in the dark paint for this, kind of creepy/spooky but wow for Halloween.

 Now Elephant's Child, this is definitely ours. It has steps, canopy, lanterns aromatherapy candles and bubbles. I don't see a stubby holder though, still if we can afford this, we can afford the butler bringing out the Bombay Sapphire and in the good crystal glasses. No champagne, enough bubbles in the spa and I get giggly and drownable on champagne.
And for all four of us, the garden retreat for the reading of books, gossiping, pinning on Pinterest, blogging and eating cake, especially eating cake. This would sit neatly between my apple tree and lemon tree. I can't tell you how badly I want this garden delight and everything in it. I believe the spa would go beside it and we could wander back and forth, the forth would probably be very zigzag so the glow in the dark rocks will come in handy.
And since how government thinks that pensioners are on a good wicket, we should be able to afford the lot.
Up yours Abbott!

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Neat stuff

 Now next hard rubbish collection I'm going to be looking for one of these. It's an old hand basin covered with colourful mosaics and filled with water for a bird bath. The taps are still there for any bird to sit on to dry and ruffle feathers. It's bonkers brilliant.

Now I've forgotten what guys do in toilets besides spilling on the floor while not putting the seat down but ladies, we think a lot.  And while thinking it helps to do something like toilet paper origami. I presume it's done off the roll but imagine a bloke walking in and being confronted with a delicate hand made rose, just sitting there. There'd be a few brain cells dying from exhaustion until he figured it out and gently removed it then put it back like he'd never been in there.

I think I emailed everyone I know with my next trick except maybe HighRiser.  I've already tried this and it works. Put drops of essential oil or if you're cheap, use the stuff from the $2 Emprorium, into the middle of the toilet roll cardboard.  Everytime the roll rolls round, the perfume wafts out. My lavender lavatory is a joy.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

We all love Penguins

Thank you Miss O'Dyne and love Lyle's Penguins

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

BREATHE IN SLOWLY, THINK OF CATS


She spoke of Egypt, and a white
Temple, against night
She smiled with clicking teeth
and said
That the dead were never dead;
Said old emperors hung like bats..........
But empresses come back as cats!
William Rose Benet

Sunday, March 02, 2008

I WENT TO A LUVVVERLY PARTEH


Where I had one of these
And I saw three of these.

And I had another sip of this.

Sitting in the shade of gum trees.

While sipping on another glass of this.

I finished up watching roosters multiplying.
Through the bottom of my glass.

Bless Bombay Sapphire.
And Autumn in Melbourne.