The internet is teaming with recipes on how to use up overripe bananas.
You take two or three bananas that cost approximately thirty cents and to this you add a half pound of butter, a pound of “always organic” oats, perhaps a little almond flour if you are a gluten free person two large eggs, the best maple syrup you can source, a half bag of chocolate chips and voila my dears you have banana muffins.
Now THINK!
In order to salvage those two little stinkers you have spent roughly the equivalent of a full box of Fyffes.
Have some wit my dears and smash them up on a piece of toast and share with your favorite companion instead.
Sometimes when I accidentally on purpose injure the PIT I start to worry.
I’m not worrying about her but I’m worrying about what Ma and Dad might think of me and the consequences.
I couldn’t care less if the hound hit the dust but if Ma stopped loving me there may be no more walks and if Dad got cross he might cut out the bologna.
Maybe I should stop keeping the THING in check. It’s impacting my mental health!!
Snow sure is pretty but see when the moon shines on it, it sure has a habit of waking you up in the middle of the night.
We were tossing and turning for a while so when we did get back to sleep we didn’t wake up till past seven. Now the sun is up and there is not a cloud in the sky.
During our wide awake moonlit meandering we started to worry about burst pipes at the tearoom.
Was it going to get cold enough for the pipes to freeze? Well it is frigid.
So the outcome is that Ma talked to Dad just now and they are going to come get me after church and go up to the ancient barrack.
So I am happy and I know that Ma will able to sleep better tonight if she gets to leave her taps dripping and is not concerned about floods.
Ma had a great birthday yesterday! I loved her lots and she got cards and presents and was all happy and smiley.
Add to that the gift from above of 12 deer in the yard when we went for our trot and then snow in abundance that showed off our little residual Christmas lights and she was well pleased. Loves snow does Ma!
She said that it’s hard to believe that she is 64.
Seems many year ago when the famous Beetles song was released people who were 64 seemed very ancient.
Now they seem youngish!
Maybe people do doggy division when they are “maturing”. She’d only be 9 in dog years!
That may be taking things to the extreme.
She says apart from the extra pounds, the odd creakiness when she gets up of a morning and the hearing loss in her right ear induced by dogs barking in it on roadtrips she feels about 24.
Now having said that she is neglecting the fact that she’d best not look in the mirror with her specs on but don’t tell her I said that.