I was a bit hasty with my reference to a ‘Tufty Badge” yesterday, giving rise to a degree of puzzlement. Puzzle no more:
It’s funny how these old things stick around, becoming an essential part of family tradition.
Other than that it’s a lovely sunny day, which should never happen in Wales on a Sunday, there’s a nice little chicken sitting in the fridge all stuffed and dressed ready for the oven, and all’s well in our green and pleasant valley.
Iechy dda!
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The Tufty club,I just about remember it.Glad all’s well with you both.x
“it’s a lovely sunny day, which should never happen in Wales on a Sunday”
Snerk!
Raining here, John. 44 degrees (F). Another Sunday where we can’t get a thing done outside to prepare for winter.
cute squirrel!
Goodness, all that for a half crown.
What a lovely day! May you enjoy many more of them this fall. I’ve been out very little today, as there was a cold wind right down from Siberia. But I did get a bit of editing done, and have eaten some very tasty persimmons. *^_^*
Ohhhhh, roasted chicken. I’ll bring the wine, shall I?
Sun out, lovely here. I’d love to walk but for some reason the old back is ‘out’.
Oooh, persimmons! I do love ‘em. Me, ‘n Shiki, and most of all, my favorite, haiku writer, Issa.
And a little grey reisling seems like it would do nicely with that roasted chicken, no? Or perhaps just a tad too swet? Asti spumante? Chablis? I do b’lieve I am hungry/tiirsty. Anyway, A’ votre sante’!