I didn't know that Jim calls himself Mr Snaps. Does that mean you are Miss Crackle and pop? A very chortlesome letter, which i am very much looking forward to answering. 😁
When I first moved to the village and met Jim he was introduced to me as ‘Jimmy the Snaps’. Other local characters included ‘D*** the Patio’, ‘I** the Pie’ and ‘R***** the Plumber’.
Bit like Happy Families - Mr Bun the Baker, Mr Bones the Butcher, etc. Ah, rural British life! 🤣
🤣 LOL! If I’m going to the trouble of making a mug cake, I’d be better off making a whole cake so that it’s worth the effort! I agree entirely with your ‘faffery’ judgment. ✔️
Yummy looking mud cake! But I thought the same about its container. A crockery mug designed to look like enameled metal? Please don’t try this at home.
LOL - yes, it’s crazy, isn’t it? Perhaps it IS crockery - but, well, I wouldn’t dare to put it into the microwave, just in case! Thanks for reading, Beth! 😘
Oh my on the mug cake in the microwave scenario! My first thought - whomever was responsible for finding an appropriate photo was lax on fact-checking. . .(I mistakenly left something in the microwave seconds too long this week and pop! It exploded! Easy to clean up, but note to self!) Love the photo of the van with soggy feet, but not that the van (and your Jim) HAD soggy feet! I hope the sogginess wasn't cold sogginess. That can be miserable! "Made without Tiger" is funny. 😁 Last thing: tabloidese was a real thing when I attended New York University's Summer Publishing Institute in 1987. A romance novel publisher spoke to our class and I asked if those who wrote the back blurbs would sit around a table and chuckle throughout the process. The answer: Yes! The publisher told the class that their publishing house had a list of adjectives and adverbs that HAD to be on the front and/or back of each cover. 😅
I’ve just remembered something terribly I’d done when I was babysitting for a local family - the mother of the family had gabbled something like 'And put THAT in the hot oven for ten minutes and they can have that for pudding after lunch’ - well, she said it to me while she was standing next to the microwave, and I remember thinking ‘how eccentric to call the microwave ‘the hot oven’!’.
Oops. It was a treacle tart. After ten minutes in the microwave (because yes, I followed her instructions) it ACTUALLY caught fire. The smoke alarms went off, and the kids and I opened every window to get rid of the smell of burnt sugar. HOURS later the mother came home. ‘What’s BURNING???’ she asked. Ulp.
I was given a beautiful cookery book by the family for Christmas - and worked for them for years afterwards - both of which were very generous gestures!!!
I love it any time a photo by Jim is featured. He's such an amazing artist!
Awww, so kind! I’ll tell him!
I didn't know that Jim calls himself Mr Snaps. Does that mean you are Miss Crackle and pop? A very chortlesome letter, which i am very much looking forward to answering. 😁
LOL to Crackle and Pop! Nope, I’m Mrs Snaps!
When I first moved to the village and met Jim he was introduced to me as ‘Jimmy the Snaps’. Other local characters included ‘D*** the Patio’, ‘I** the Pie’ and ‘R***** the Plumber’.
Bit like Happy Families - Mr Bun the Baker, Mr Bones the Butcher, etc. Ah, rural British life! 🤣
LOL. Well, I am afraid I will, from now on, think of you only as Miss Crackle and Pop.
🤣
"There will now be a short break to this letter while I have a snooze.
(Y’know, because age.)". I am with you, kid. Move over. I'll get the afghan...
Great letter! I love this series.
Thanks, Sharron! Happy to share space on the couch. I’ll put the kettle on later!
I tried to make mug cake too! What is this faffery! Mug cake is a scam!
🤣 LOL! If I’m going to the trouble of making a mug cake, I’d be better off making a whole cake so that it’s worth the effort! I agree entirely with your ‘faffery’ judgment. ✔️
Yummy looking mud cake! But I thought the same about its container. A crockery mug designed to look like enameled metal? Please don’t try this at home.
LOL - yes, it’s crazy, isn’t it? Perhaps it IS crockery - but, well, I wouldn’t dare to put it into the microwave, just in case! Thanks for reading, Beth! 😘
I love these letters 💕such a great idea. I also worried that the mug looked enamel and wouldn't be a good combination with a microwave!
Thanks so much! Terry and I have such fun writing our mad missives to each other every other Wednesday!
Yup, I wouldn’t risk that mug in the microwave. Heck, I wouldn’t risk CAKE in the microwave - I’d rather just make a full-sized one in the oven! 🤣
Oh my on the mug cake in the microwave scenario! My first thought - whomever was responsible for finding an appropriate photo was lax on fact-checking. . .(I mistakenly left something in the microwave seconds too long this week and pop! It exploded! Easy to clean up, but note to self!) Love the photo of the van with soggy feet, but not that the van (and your Jim) HAD soggy feet! I hope the sogginess wasn't cold sogginess. That can be miserable! "Made without Tiger" is funny. 😁 Last thing: tabloidese was a real thing when I attended New York University's Summer Publishing Institute in 1987. A romance novel publisher spoke to our class and I asked if those who wrote the back blurbs would sit around a table and chuckle throughout the process. The answer: Yes! The publisher told the class that their publishing house had a list of adjectives and adverbs that HAD to be on the front and/or back of each cover. 😅
Gosh, bad luck with the microwave mishap!
I’ve just remembered something terribly I’d done when I was babysitting for a local family - the mother of the family had gabbled something like 'And put THAT in the hot oven for ten minutes and they can have that for pudding after lunch’ - well, she said it to me while she was standing next to the microwave, and I remember thinking ‘how eccentric to call the microwave ‘the hot oven’!’.
Oops. It was a treacle tart. After ten minutes in the microwave (because yes, I followed her instructions) it ACTUALLY caught fire. The smoke alarms went off, and the kids and I opened every window to get rid of the smell of burnt sugar. HOURS later the mother came home. ‘What’s BURNING???’ she asked. Ulp.
I was given a beautiful cookery book by the family for Christmas - and worked for them for years afterwards - both of which were very generous gestures!!!