Olga, that well worn travelling bra , is now so famous that there are cheap imitations available at ‘Lookee Likee’ agencies.

I popped in one the other day and met Petunia. Unlike Olga, who is too high class, Petunia is willing to help out in the kitchen; keeping my kiwis aired and nice and fresh.



Thank heavens she is really cheap as I’ll have to hold onto her for several days in order for the fruit to ripen - the other advantage is that she speaks proper English without that Canadian twang ………

I’ll just have a little squeeze to see if they are ready …….. no, not quite.

[Olga, please apologise to your mistress for me hitching a ride on your fame ....... still there you go - tee hee]

Unfortunately Lo, she is a terrible Goddess found the little stepladder. This enabled her to get to a cupboard in the kitchen that previously only I could reach without extensions.




“There’s a tin of corned beef in here with a sell by date of 04.04.94 – I assume that’s not 1894.”

She told me “Waste not, want not” and insisted I made a corned beef and tomato sandwich with mayonnaise, lightly salted.

That suited me, I was going to prepare Potato Croquettes stuffed with seasoned Pork followed by Tarte Montmartre – a sandwich was easier to make.

Her caveat was, “You eat yours – I’ll wait for a while.”

So far I’m OK – but if there isn’t any post tomorrow will you call for an ambulance please – thank you.

One of my and the TG’s favourite entertainers died a few days ago.




He was a very talented trumpet player and panel show host and we were lucky enough to meet him.

We organised a charity ‘do’ a few years ago and booked him and his jazz band to play. He thought it was going to be a concert but it was in fact a dinner/dance. He was delighted. He and the band enjoyed themselves so much that they continued playing way past the time they were paid for – a fantastic evening.



He was also chairman of the very British radio show, ‘I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue’, billed as 'The antidote to panel games’. This ran for 36 years without stumbling – remarkable.
From the ubiquitous game, ‘Mornington Crescent’ that seemingly had rules that rivalled a DNA code, to playing tunes on the kazoo and the swanny whistle, the whole programme was hilariously bizarre.
If you have never heard this show, order some tapes or CDs now!!
I would love the programme to continue but cannot imagine who could fill his shoes as chairman. He would come up with the filthiest double entendres imaginable, always innocently dead pan in the manner of a sincere schoolmaster.… and get away with it without causing offence – brilliant.
He retained throughout his lifetime the ability to have fun and for that, I am extremely grateful.
Well done Humph.

Tsk ……… I’ve just been watching a young man rollerblading outside the apartment [if he’d been in the apartment he would have got a double tsk from Lo, she is a terrible Goddess …….. obviously].

Anyway, he was texting as he rolled along ……… tsk.

He failed to spot a pebble in his path ……….. tsk tsk.

He went A over T and almost ended up inspecting the bottom of the marina …… treble tsk with a cruel tee hee.

He never stopped texting, which enabled me to not stop tsking.

When will peabrains ever learn they can’t multi-task ?………… multi-tsking now.

Ho hum.

Apparently summer has started with the usual results.



Goddesses are wandering around with their wobbly bits abounding and abouncing.
This always coincides with a series of bizarre accidents if I go out for a stroll. I’ve walked into a lamp post, stumbled on more than one kerb and seem to be suffering from a crick in my neck.
Blessings are usually mixed I suppose – ho hum.

(Hmm, I could arrange for that crick to become more serious you know and definitely unmix my blessing. - if only I could be bothered. Lo,TG Ed)



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I took Tango and Penfold to the airport last Tuesday and they are now back safe in Canada and Portugal.
During their stay I realised why Penfold always refers to Tango as Tango (grrr).




1 Queues for the shower room – Tango (grrr)
2 Siding with the terrible Goddess – Tango (grrr)
(Ms Tango is a person of discernment and intelligence. Lo,TG Ed)
3 Every time I took my teeth out when we sat down for a meal, someone thought it hilarious to hide them – Tango (grrr)
4 Sitting on Teddy ………. repeatedly – Tango (grrr)
5 Ignoring Gertrude and pretending he wasn’t there – Tango (grrr)
6 Asking the TG, “Why?” – Tango (grrr)
7 Taking advantage of my lickle boy – Tango (grrr)
8 Using a PC – Tango (grrr)

I think you will agree with me that I did extremely well to remain polite. Nightmare.