It’s been a strange sort of week... or is it just me that is strange?
Don’t answer that one or I might spud you up! (Chuckles - personally I like to think of myself as well rounded individual (which is an almost perfect shape for a potato) with just a touch of fruit salad ;-).
What I have I been up to... riding with CHiPs again, sampling French fries at various establishments (none worth recommending), planning a charity event with a great bunch of grapes, a stroll along the riverside,.... OH and an encounter with a pointy carrot! An unexpected and muddy occurrence... phew blushing beetroots and cringing cabbage indeed!
But in true potato style I’ll leave you cooking on that and come back to that point later, te,he,he...
So my week... whilst I keep you in suspense (devilish grin)...
I read the first chapter of that curly fries book (currently available at smASDA 3 copies for £10), and was a little disappointed; girl meets millionaire, man makes girl blush – hmm a bit mills & Spoon so far. But still, it is only the first chapter... can I skip to the roasting and vegetable tossing I wonder (?) No, I’ll give it a fair trial, chapter two tonight...
The lovely weather! I need not comment on that I’m sure; pure char grilled veg weather indeed, now where did I put my sun frying oil *Big sunny smiles*
A few meals out, a gossip with the girls... but alas not a hot potato gossip in sight!
Are you still in suspenders? Shall I get to the point (literally!)?
...and then a trip to the quiet, sleepy, quaint, town of Calne – quiet/quaint I don’t think so! Radical radishes and peculiar parsnips indeed!
The town was potato sack packed to the rafters for a bike meet and fun fair so the local establishments were rather jammed like a tin of sardines - and then it was my turn to venture to the bar. So with a polite “excuse me” and “sorry” I wiggle my way towards the refreshments... people to the left of me, people to the right, in front, behind, it sure was an orange squash! So there I am minding my own peas & quenepa (it’s an exotic fruit, just in case you were wondering) when I feel something pressed up against my leg ... with nowhere to move a quick glance tells me that I have a male member (...no not yet, wait for it, don’t jump to the punch line just yet) of the species pressed close enough to breath down my neck. An alarmed look to my companion and a quick exchange of lip reading and she mouths the words “mobile phone” at me... Phew, relief and thank the crunchy veg! So with the occasional sensation of pressing, I venture on...
What’s this?!?!?! A new sensation of vibrating but further to the right, now I really am one confused cauliflower! A phone is extracted and answered so why oh why do I still feel this strange pro-tuber-ance sticking into my leg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A quick glance over my shoulder and a slimy smile given in return and I challenge anyone to have parted the red sea faster than I!!!!
Needless to say I exited the establishment faster than a speeding runner bean! !!!
So shocking shallots aside - I have now been the subject of turnip teasing, marrow mirth and merriment, from my girl ’friends’! Thank you kindly you bunch of terrible tomatoes; I’ll stop blushing like a beetroot as some point this millennium I sure! Chuckles.
Now to save myself any mental torture, and further severe ribbing from my female companions, I have convinced myself that most men carry a carrot in their pocket... indeed I actually know somebody (not the offender I might add) that does – no kidding, you know who you are! ;-).
So on that note... and safe in the knowledge that men do carry comic carrots in their pockets...
have a great day, evening, week folks - and always remember what your mother told you:
It’s rude to point!... well in that manner at least *Smile*