Richard Dye
master brummie
On French bread with mayonnaisecold turkey and pickle onions
On French bread with mayonnaisecold turkey and pickle onions
On French bread with mayonnaise
Surely that should be with home baked Sourdough these days !On French bread with mayonnaise
I remember the first Christmas my partner invited my family for dinner and traditionally (for her) put out smoked salmon with toast and a wedge of lemon, you should have seen Nan's face. Roast turkey with a sauce, no gravy, served with game chips, and chestnut stuffing, and sprouts. Where's the potato's she asked.? A big measure of apple brandy, that thawed Nan out a bit, then cheeses, lots of them, that pleased dad with french bread or brown bread, but no crackers! Then Christmas pudding and no custard, but pouring cream but lots of brandy, and then we had Irish Coffee. Nan passed on the cream but not the whiskey. She never came after that at Christmas which was very awkward for me as she lived with mum and dad. But she used to come at New Year under great sufferance as my partner's mum (whom Nan called the old girl, who was about 20 years younger than Nan), always came from France and she was quite keen on my partner's uncle, who was liked by everybody. We have paté now and potatoes and carrotts and parsnips and sage and onion stuffing and crackers, if Nan is looking down, tutting.
I remember the first Christmas my partner invited my family for dinner and traditionally (for her) put out smoked salmon with toast and a wedge of lemon, you should have seen Nan's face. Roast turkey with a sauce, no gravy, served with game chips, and chestnut stuffing, and sprouts. Where's the potato's she asked.? A big measure of apple brandy, that thawed Nan out a bit, then cheeses, lots of them, that pleased dad with french bread or brown bread, but no crackers! Then Christmas pudding and no custard, but pouring cream but lots of brandy, and then we had Irish Coffee. Nan passed on the cream but not the whiskey. She never came after that at Christmas which was very awkward for me as she lived with mum and dad. But she used to come at New Year under great sufferance as my partner's mum (whom Nan called the old girl, who was about 20 years younger than Nan), always came from France and she was quite keen on my partner's uncle, who was liked by everybody. We have paté now and potatoes and carrotts and parsnips and sage and onion stuffing and crackers, if Nan is looking down, tutting.
She was. Maybe a typical Black Country woman although she said she wasn't Black Country. My school mates liked her, saying Nan was trendy and funny. They believed as did, I her stories. She had an on going one sided war with my dad and ended up living with him and mum so they called a sort of truce but it took 60 years I think. There must have been a lot like her as I read the Forum memories. "Arm 'Ead, Cook, an' Bottlewasher.!"I would to have met your Nan Nico, she sounds a great character!!
Lynn.
I hope that's not a reflection of the comments you have received; "On your Bike " or was it after someone saidI am riding as fast as I can to Christmas HoHoHo!!!View attachment 150678
Great work RobT!have copied this from a friend
Put up your tree and decorations and get ready to have a different but amazing Christmas
T’was a month before Christmas,
And all through the town,
People wore masks,
That covered their frown.
The frown had begun
Way back in the Spring,
When a global pandemic
Changed everything.
They called it corona,
But unlike the beer,
It didn’t bring good times,
It didn’t bring cheer.
Contagious and deadly,
This virus spread fast,
Like a wildfire that starts
When fueled by gas.
Airplanes were grounded,
Travel was banned.
Borders were closed
Across air, sea and land.
As the world entered lockdown
To flatten the curve,
The economy halted,
And folks lost their nerve.
From March to July
We rode the first wave,
People stayed home,
They tried to behave.
When summer emerged
The lockdown was lifted.
But away from caution,
Many folks drifted.
Now it’s November
And cases are spiking,
Wave two has arrived,
Much to our disliking.
Frontline workers,
Doctors and nurses,
Try to save people,
From riding in hearses.
This virus is awful,
This COVID-19.
There isn’t a cure.
There is no vaccine.
It’s true that this year
Has had sadness a plenty,
We’ll never forget
The year 2020.
And just ‘round the corner -
The holiday season,
But why be merry?
Is there even one reason?
To decorate the house
And put up the tree,
When no one will see it,
No-one but me.
But outside my window
The snow gently falls,
And I think to myself,
Let’s deck the halls!
So, I gather the ribbon,
The garland and bows,
As I play those old carols,
My happiness grows.
Christmas ain’t cancelled
And neither is hope.
If we lean on each other,
I know we can cope.
Yes Pete, very cleaver and pleasant! Merry Christmas!very clever
Yes Pete, very cleaver and pleasant! Merry Christmas!
ps: would you have a link to it!
thanks mikeI'd never heard of drone shows before, but was quite impressed:
I looked up there are about 8 still going ahead, none near us, York and Manchester are supposed to be happening and a Welsh one."The market, which attracts around five million visitors a year, marks the start of the festive season when it opens in November. This will be the first time since 2001 it has not taken place."
I don’t know anymoreI've learned not to worry about upsetting a few people. They're not going to punch an old man, are they?
ARE THEY ?
Maurice
I've learned not to worry about upsetting a few people. They're not going to punch an old man, are they?
ARE THEY ?
Maurice