Thursday Coffee and Chat -- 16th April 2026

@Glisten if I ever get the motivation I might do that!

I'll dedicate it to you and the Sane family who have endured my mindless babbles over the last couple of years 😄

@ENKELI now I have to Google the word “fug”. LOL

K is old @ENKELI almost at retirement age. Spends all his time raking leaves, bark, sheep manure, puts it on the Burn pile. Doesn’t make his own mulch.

Genuine 1950s LOL

Dr was fine thanks @DogMan79

Did you get up to much beyond kitchen cleaning?

Hoping you can have a nice evening

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@StuF wrote:

Dr was fine thanks @DogMan79

Did you get up to much beyond kitchen cleaning?

Hoping you can have a nice evening

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I mowed the lawn

I laid out some half finished paintings under the ornamental pear tree. I'm planning to let autumn leaves cove them, then pour either clear glue or resin to adhere the leaves to them

And I artificially aged another painting on hessian, using sandpaper and the usual stuff to make paintings "Look" aged

I can relate to your Washing Machine demanding attention @Shaz51

I have a new Fridge that beeps at me (non-stop), if I hold the door open too long.

Today I brought home my new little Suzuki Swift Car - It beeps at me for everything.

It thinks it knows what the Speed Limit is, & gets it wrong...

Adge😀

@Glisten yep, no chance of him changing then!

Did you look up fug?!

And where's my jelly?... Oh dear that reminds me of another anecdote!

My grandfather was in hospital at Charlies after being diagnosed with a brain tumour. Now this man never swore in front of women or children, and I had only ever heard him say "bloody" once when he was regaling me with a tale from his sordid childhood, but that's another story.

He used to be a truck driver and in the old days he'd have his elbow on the door until one time he nearly lost his arm. He came in holding it with barely anything attached and the only reason it wasn't amputated was that the surgeon knew he needed his arm for his job. So he had to hold his right elbow with his left hand as he couldn't stretch it out. As I was reading my Bible and sitting with him, he kept reaching for his drink cup, then his jelly, then again for his drink cup, then the jelly. So to help him, I pushed the jelly toward him and he said "I don't want my f***ing jelly!" and started to chuckle in his usual way. I had to walk out of the room as I nearly fell over with laughter. He passed away in 1991 I think and we still talk about the time pop told me he didn't want his f***ing jelly!

He was a larrakin and is likely the reason I have my sense of humour. I loved him dearly and really think I might start writing tales of the Carnarvon Lad one of these days.

@ENKELI that is a lovely memory you shared, it put a big smile on my face. Nothing beats those moments and I absolutely agree, this is the person who is responsible for your diabolical and wonderful sense of humour.

Good morning @Shaz51 I hope you have a wonderful Friday.

@DogMan79 that's such a beautiful beach.