for a pantry...
yes a proper walk-in pantry...
you know, a get the whole bod in sort; with slabs of marble
for the chilled food, shelves of bottled fruit,
salted runner beans, jams, pickles and the like.
Hooks to hang ham,
bread crocks the size of a man,
tins of spam.
***
for bosoms the size of newly -laid eggs
gently sizzling in a pan
***
to know what I know now, without the face of
Underground map lines
***
to 'Chill Man!
without the worry of...
what is to come for future generations
***
to be a little more circumspect,
instead of flying in feet first
***
not to be judgemental
'Judge not, lest ye be judged judgmental'
Florence King
***
to learn to listen, and sometimes
read between the lines
***
to eat marmalade and orange drizzle cake
without fear
recipe upon request
Lettice and I are enjoying our Saturday
home alone without Hubs...
who PC Plod-like...
directs the village fete traffic.
Before you wonder, I swanned up and bought two books,
rich really, considering,
he tottered up with a coffin sized box of books for them to sell.
And a naff but 'wonderbar' storage jar.
The very, very worst bit was...
on the way back I found myself in our lovely
'Village Life' shop
were I bought myself a shirt and beautiful linen jacket.
Which hubs naturally doesn't know about yet...
Nudge, nose tap, wink!
A little snapshot of our bucolic
life in deepest ~Kent
***
you know, a get the whole bod in sort; with slabs of marble
for the chilled food, shelves of bottled fruit,
salted runner beans, jams, pickles and the like.
Hooks to hang ham,
bread crocks the size of a man,
tins of spam.
***
for bosoms the size of newly -laid eggs
gently sizzling in a pan
***
to know what I know now, without the face of
Underground map lines
***
to 'Chill Man!
without the worry of...
what is to come for future generations
***
to be a little more circumspect,
instead of flying in feet first
***
not to be judgemental
'Judge not, lest ye be judged judgmental'
Florence King
***
to learn to listen, and sometimes
read between the lines
***
to eat marmalade and orange drizzle cake
without fear
recipe upon request
Lettice and I are enjoying our Saturday
home alone without Hubs...
who PC Plod-like...
directs the village fete traffic.
Before you wonder, I swanned up and bought two books,
rich really, considering,
he tottered up with a coffin sized box of books for them to sell.
And a naff but 'wonderbar' storage jar.
The very, very worst bit was...
on the way back I found myself in our lovely
'Village Life' shop
were I bought myself a shirt and beautiful linen jacket.
Which hubs naturally doesn't know about yet...
Nudge, nose tap, wink!
A little snapshot of our bucolic
life in deepest ~Kent
***
tell him (if you feel you have to tell him something) that you bought the clothes at the fete...
ReplyDeleteI do have a walk in larder...no cupboards just a dresser in the kitchen, and my gorgeous, beloved, shelved, cold, see-everything-at-a-glance (even the cobwebs) larder. It's my favourite room in the house
Lovely photos & wise words - except that I think it's good fun to be judgemental sometimes!
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