Things I’ve Learned This Week

Hap Pee Fry Day!  (say it out loud if it didn’t make sense just reading it) 🙂

My education has grown in height and in width this week –   and funnily enough, my figure has grown in width too –  there’s a strange thing!  Wouldn’t know why it’s happened.  It’s not like I’ve eaten chocolate every da……  ah.  no.  Ahem ….  Actually, I might know why that’s happened.  (suck it in Cobs.  Suck it in).  😀

So anyhoo … You’re waiting to find out what lessons Life has taught me this week, aren’t you?  So  I guess I’d better dive in and drag you under with me.  Put your Snorkel on Madge, and buckle down your Scuba diving equipment Albert …  we’re going in!

My Edumacationamilisation began last Saturday morning whilst in the shower.  DON’T WALK OUT!  OY!!!  This is not a mucky story, so sit back down and pin back your lug ‘oles!

I’d done all the body shower bit, and washed my hair,  and was doing a final rinse of my face.  I cupped my hands under the water as it rained down, and getting a little handful, I raised my hands to SPLASH the water all over my face when the accident happened.

I misjudged the distance to my face and in doing so, I scrapped my thumb nail up my chin.  Ooooo!  That stung.  “Cooo”, I thought, “I bet that will leave a red mark!”  I said to myself (and yes, I admit there was a bit of swear word in there somewhere … ‘dash’ and darn’.  That sort of thing because it did rather hurt).  After all the splashing I got out of the shower and looked into the mirror on the door of the bathroom cabinet.

Hells Bells Woman!  You’ve done a grand job there!”  I said, looking at the red mark on my chin.  I stepped closer to the mirror.  “Ohh heck!“.  I looked in the mirror and could see that this wasn’t just a mark.  This was several layers of skin which I’d taken off, and it was bleeding  –  rather a lot.

Summing up … the outing I’d planned for that Saturday had to go ‘by the bye’ –  because Life taught me to: Be More Careful When Washing  my face, because my hands (and finger nails) are the most magnificent weapons of destruction.

A week later and I’m still sporting a nasty wound to my face.  It’s healing – but not as fast as I’d like.

I learned this week:-   that Florida has more bear hunters than it has bears.  Which led me to wondering why there were ANY bears in Florida at all in that case!   Just that.  Nothing moreBut I thought it was an interesting thought.

I also learned this week …  that  Nostalgia was classified as a disease by the Royal College of Physicians until 1899.  Yes, seriously.  It was considered to be a ‘Crippling Mental Illness’.

Emigrants and soldiers would often fall victim to nostalgia, and it was thought that if it wasn’t stopped fairly quickly, it would end in victims wasting away and losing their ability to adjust and cope with daily life.

However,  more recently, studies have been conducted on nostalgia and have discovered that there are actually some benefits to it—a far cry from the ideas that contracting nostalgia would make a person give up on life and simply waste away. Researchers at the University of Southampton have found that indulging in a bit of nostalgic reminiscing might make a person sad for a short period, but in the long run, it serves as a comfort.

I also learned that . . .  When you blush so does the lining of your stomach Yes, I thought it was an early April Fools Joke too, so I went in search of more details to make sure that I wasn’t believing in the ‘Money Tree’  . . . .   and this is what I found…

Blushing is a response that is the result of the sympathetic nervous system causing increased blood flow throughout the body. During periods of embarrassment, the body releases adrenaline, a hormone that prepares the body for stressful situations. Adrenaline also makes the blood vessels dilate in order to improve blood flow and oxygen delivery in case the body has to suddenly flee a dangerous situation. The veins in the face, as well as in the stomach lining and throughout the rest of the body, then have more blood than normal flowing through them, and they appear red.

Now this next bit of edumacationamilisation totally floored me.  BUT …. Before I share it with you I need to tell you about a place called Cornwall.  Cornwall is a fabulous holiday destination here in the UK. For those of you who have seen and watched the programme  Doc Martin – Cornwall is where Doc Martin is filmed.  It’s a truly lovely place and I have fond childhood memories of holidaying there.  It’s in the South of England.

A map to help you visualise where Cornwall is….

Map showing Cornwall

Cornwall is down in the south, at the far point on the left.  Next to it is Devon, another beautiful place, where, if you meet a local who’s been there for all their life, they’ll pronounce it:  Debun  (but it actually comes out as: Debn).  Next to Devon, along the coast line,  is Dorset – or ‘Darsit’, if you’ve lived there all your life.  Dorset is where you’ll find  Mr.Cobs and myself, and Little Cobs (and his Mummy and Daddy).  Mr.Cobs and I are generally trying to find as much fun and as many giggles as possible, all without the aid of alcohol.  (mostly)

But back to the plot:-

The world’s only Cornish pasty museum is in Mexico.  Those of you from the United Kingdom will perhaps now have eyes as wide as saucers and you’ll be scoffing at me saying this.  Yup … that’s how I felt when I learned about this.  So… me being me … I double checked …  and guess what … it’s  t.r.u.e. 

The world’s first museum dedicated to the “delicacy” is in the mining municipality of Real del Monte,  more than 4,500 miles away from Cornwall,  in Mexico.

The pasty has been in Mexico for generations,  having been taken to the country  along with football  and technology by Cornish miners in 1824,  as they helped build up the local mining industry.

For those who might not know what a Cornish Pasty looks like…..

 

Genuine Cornish Pasty

A Genuine Cornish Pasty.

Genuine Cornish Pasties have their crimping around the side, as you see in the above photo.  However … when I make my own Cornish Pasties, I always put my crimping over the top, like the ones in the picture below.

top crimped cornish pasty

Top Crimped Cornish Pasties, being made.

You can imagine how both funny and weird I found it when I learned that here is Cornwall, nestled in the UK.  A place of beauty  and wonder, Cornish Pixies, incredible people, great places to visit, AND … famous for it’s fabulous Pasties … and yet …  the only Cornish Pasty Museum is four and a half thousand miles away in Mexico!  There is something very strange about this.  Something has gone badly wrong.  The World has surely gone mad!!!

Nope .. still can’t make head nor tail of that one.

I also learned this week …

  • That a group of Unicorns is called a blessing.
  • A group of Shrews is called  A Whisker
  • A group of Ladybirds is called A Loveliness
  • A group of Snails is called an Escargatoire
  • A group of Hippopotamuses is called A Bloat
  • A group of Ponies is called A String
  • A group of Hyenas is called A Cackle
  • A group of Pekingese is called A Pomp
  • A group of Owls is called A Parliament
  • A group of Ravens is called A Storytelling  – or – An Unkindness
  • A group of Husbands is called A Couch or A Bench
  • A group of Wives is called …. A Nag  (the cheek of it!)
  • A group of Guinea Pigs is called A Muddle
  • A group of Caterpillars is called An Army
  • A group of Parrots is called A Pandemonium.
  • A group of Porcupines is called A Prickle.

I also learned this week …..

That even the wonderful Twillweld, that most brilliant of wire netting used on Aviaries, chicken runs, guinea pig and rabbit hutches,  is no match for a bloody minded mouse with food on its mind!

Rabbit Hutch

Not ‘our’ rabbit hutch, but ours is similar in design.  Ours has two doors and a central non-opening section, downstairs, and a larger bedding section on the upstairs section.

You can see in the photo above how tiny the holes are in the Twillweld wire on the hutch.  We’ve had the hutch since my rabbit was born and never had a problem with it.  However … read on dear reader,  read on!

We found a mouse had managed to get into my rabbits cage, and had set up home in there, happily munching away on all the lovely rabbit food my bunny has, and made itself very snuggly in all the hay she has to eat, and straw she has for her bedding.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! (and some swear words thrown in there because I’m so cross).

THEN … when Mr. Cobs had found the little blighter  –  it ran out of the hutch and passed Mr.C at a gazillion miles an hour, so that it couldn’t be caught. Now how this happened is a total mystery to Mr.C and myself … because not only was Mr.C on the case, wanting to catch said mouse and take it far away, into the woods, to leave it there – as per my instructions.   But our two cats were on guard duty – one at the rear of the hutch, one at the side, waiting, waiting, waitingone of which was Alf Capone (Used Furniture Dealer) – who IS a killer of mice (and pigeons, garden birds, – and also a thief, as I’ve previously discussed), AND ALSO, bringing up the rear and checking for any escapees, was Madam Jack Russell, (aka: my little fat bitch – because she is.  Fat, and a bitch)  who finds mice and rats and the killing of, a pastime.  So how that cheeky mouse got past my army, I have absolutely no idea!  I know it went under the hutch, because I saw it go…  and so did my cats (Alf Capone was at this stage going crazy to get it.  He knew it was under the hutch) – but when Mr.C came back from his trip to his shed, bringing with him a long piece of wood which he ‘swept’ under the hutch, back and forth – absolutely nothing came out.  We had no idea where it went.  Nor did the cats.

So Miss fluffy bunny rabbit was totally cleaned out and everything was either thrown away or washed and put back into the rabbit hutch.

Two days later . . .  Mr.C found that mouse b*gger had only got back in there again and been busy stashing food into a corner behind the rabbits litter tray for itself.  Mr.C found it because he saw the mouse droppings around the insides of the hutch.  But upon searching, there was no mouse to be found.  So another clean up followed and some changes were made.

Dearest Mr.C has sealed off the lower floor of the hutch from the upper floor,  and he’s taken away the ladder, as my rabbit is quite old now and no longer used the upstairs part of her hutch as she didn’t find it easy to clamber up it any longer.  So by doing what he’s done he’s made sure that the blasted thing can’t get to my rabbit again,

So … she’s moved upstairs and only she is there.  Mr.C has then paid some attention to the lower part of the hutch and sealed off the Twillweld  (metal wire netting) in the lower part of the hutch so that mouse will have to go and look elsewhere for his meals.

Let all mice be warned … I’ve given Alf Capone complete control over the matter, and if there happens to be a mouse wandering through our garden, anywhere near that hutch, he’s been given permission to do with them what-ever he sees fit.  Bl**dy mice!

Ok…  we’ve finally reach that point which we’ve all been hanging around the back of the class room, waiting patiently for….  THE JOKES!

Ready?  Let’s dive in to a pool of chuckles …

The Jokes

My Czech mate is surprisingly bad at chess.

Last night I went to a comedy and philosophy convention.  Laughed more than I thought.

What is Beethoven’s favourite fruit?    Ba-na-na-na.

My wife told me I was a fool to build a car out of spaghetti. You should have seen the look on her face when I drove pasta.

Jokes about opticians just get cornea and cornea.

When my husband told me I had to stop impersonating a flamingo, I decided to put my foot down.

Why did no one bid for Rudolph and Blitzen on eBay?  Because they were two deer.

If you want a job in the moisturiser industry, the best advice I can give is to apply daily.

A woman told me she recognised me from the vegetarian club,  but I’d never met herbivore.

How did Mary and Joseph know that Jesus was 7lb 6oz when he was born?  They had a weigh in a manger.

I hate perforated lines, they’re tearable.

❤  ~  and finally …  ~  ❤

How much did it cost the pirate to get his ears pierced?   A buccaneer!  😀

Aaaaand,  those are the jokes folks!

Happy Friday, wherever you are,  and wherever you are, make it a good one.

You have two choices … you can either decide to have a good day … or you can decide to have a bad one.  Then you have two more choices …  fix to your memory one of your favourite jokes from the ones above, and then share it with someone today and make them smile.  Or, you can keep the jokes to yourself and not share the smiles around.

Each day is filled, from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep, of a series of two choices.  This or That.  Yes or No.  Stay or Go.  Here or There.  This outfit or That one.  Bath or Shower. Smile or Grizzle.  All the time, two choices.  Look out for them today and become aware of them as the choices appear.  Make sure you make the right choice.  Then once you’ve made your choice, don’t complain when you don’t like what you chose.

Have a truly fabulous Friday.  May the day be kind.  May all the people you come across today be even kinder.  May you not have too many choices to make where you don’t like either choice.  But … where you do make your choice, may you be able to find the joy.

Have a truly blessed day my friend.  I’ll be thinking about you.  Be safe and …  may your God go with you.

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57 thoughts on “Things I’ve Learned This Week

    • Yes I thought about that one – so I did a bit or researching and found that indeed, it is a Murder of Crows. Although there are folks who believe that it’s down to the title of a play by Poe – Murders in the Rue Morgue.

      There are also some bird watchers and ‘birders’ as I think they now prefer to be called, who are very outspoken about this, and I found one who used a soap box and anger to push his point home, and stated that it wasn’t the correct term.

      However … he then went on to say that OK, it was the correct term but he didn’t want anyone to use it anymore. LOL. He made a big blog post about it on his blog and I read most of it (but admit to scanning a lot too), and then went to the comments to see what others said about it … oh. my. Goodness!!

      …. I’ve just been and found his blog again, and picked up the link to his post so that you can read it (and the comments), so that I don’t spoil the ‘fun’. lol
      http://www.audubon.org/news/no-its-not-actually-murder-crows

      Lovely to see you Barbara! Glad you enjoyed the post, and thank you so much for your comment. It means the world to me to actually hear from people who’ve read. It puts us all in touch with each other and makes blog land so much more friendly.

      Sending squidges from my corner to yours ~ Cobs. x

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  1. Very good. All the hunters from Florida, come to Canada to hunt our Grizzlies in BC. Trophy hunters come from all over the land to bag a beautiful bear, only to mount the head or whatever they do with it. I think it’s disgusting and you would think that our Premier would not approve of trophy hunters but apparently she doesn’t seem to care that much. She needs to be voted out this next election!
    Anyway enough about her.
    Cornish pasties are one of my favourite meals but I haven’t found a great one in comparison to my Nanny’s. The ones she used to make were delish and my Mum would make them on occasion too.
    Now I must go and find some Shrew whiskers and my string of ponies, hoping they won’t step on the Pomp of Pek’s. lol ‘Thank yo for your jokes and wit. I am sorry about the mouse that was bothering your bunny and her food. I do hope you can “fix” the problem so he never returns. I had a rat under my kitchen sink and I put bait under there and within a few days, I no longer heard the rat and haven’t had a problem since.
    Have a lovely weekend Cob and stay warm. We are in for another stormy night and rainy weekend. Some sunshine will peek out at times and will be welcomed for sure. We are tired of the winter weather in the spring. It’s been too long and dark and wet. Enough already.
    hugz from Victoria, BC
    “Be the day you want to have”

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    • Hello beautiful Soozy!
      Aww what an amazing, wonderful comment!

      I agree wholeheartedly with you about the Trophy Head Hunters. I think that needs to be made illegal and those folks who have heads hanging on their walls or photographs of them with their ‘kill’ should be made to feel so bad about these that they remove them and they’re never seen again.
      The very thought of killing an animal simply to puff up your chest and say you’ve killed it, is repulsive to me.

      Cornish Pasties … well to start with I’m thrilled that you not only know of them, but make them too!!

      Like you – I can’t find a pasty which matches the perfect pasty which is stored away in my memory. Although there was a place in the town where I used to live which was devoted to pasties and there was one of the different flavours which was HEAVENLY … but way too big for me. I could only eat a half of it. They were real Hungry Man who hadn’t been fed for a week pasties! lol.

      The mouse … totally freaked me out. My bunny is very much an older lady now, (She’s over 8 years old, so doing really well for a wascally wabbit which lives outdoors) and I don’t want a rodent giving her a disease which could finish her off before it’s her time to leave.

      I’m glad you ‘found’ your rat and it took itself off and never returned. I think I honestly would have had to use that method too. (Despite my need to never kill anything. Rats are disease ridden and I couldn’t have lived with it).

      I hope your weather improves and that Spring arrives very soon there. Spring is here, but winter is trying to keep it’s foot in the door and if it carries on doing that, I’ll be slamming the door shut on it’s toes, I’m tellin’ ya!

      Love that final ‘Be the day you want to have’ …. I’m going to adopt it Soozy, and make it mine. It says it all and in just 7 words. Perfick!
      Sending oodles of love and lots of squidges ~ Cobs. x

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  2. Ouch Mrs Cobs, I think you and my son have been reading the same boom this week as he fell over at school and landed on his face. Needless to say he’s ‘a bit of a mess’. The pasty fact is brilliant, I’m not planning on going to Mexico though. When we honeymooned in Cornwall we bought a pasty magnet from Tintagel and it still has pride of place. The jokes just get better every week too, please don’t run out. Have a lovely weekend x

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    • Hello fabulous Mrs. Craft!
      Ohhhh the poor little chap! No nose or teeth broken I hope, and no biting through the lip (which happened to our daughter No.1 when she took a tumble!) I bet he cried only half as much as I would have done if I’d fallen over like that! Bless him.

      Yes, who would have believed it …. a Cornish Pasty Museum – in Mexico! It really doesn’t seem possible, does it?!!! LOL.

      Love that you still have the magnet from Tintagel, bought during your honeymoon. What a great thing to make your memory remember lots of little things about your honeymoon.

      I shall attempt not to run out of jokes…. just forgive me if I repeat one or two. lol.
      Wishing you a fabulous Friday, and a truly wonderful weekend. May the weather be good to you.
      Sending squidges ~ Cobs. x

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  3. Hope your injuries heal soon Cobs. I could just eat a Cornish pasty!! What about the Mouse sitter!!! I think we should call him Houdini! 🙂 Fabulous post as always.
    Take care and have a wonderful weekend.
    Hugs Flo x

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    • Hello beautiful Florence, winner of the week! lol
      Do you know … as I was typing up that bit about the Cornish Pasty Museum, and my mind was recalling the very first Cornish Pasty I’d ever made – during a School Cookery Lesson …. I could actually ‘mentally’ taste that Pasty and my memories turned on my tummy mechanism, and I wanted to go off and make them all over again. The longing was SO great! lol.

      The Mouse Sitter… hmmm… You might want to call him Houdini, I just want to call the undertaker and have that mouse given a decent burial. He’s really made me feel like a bad Bunny Mommy. How could this have happened I keep asking myself. I was SO careful when I chose that hutch because where we used to live, there was a copse (woodland area) that ran behind our big garden, and our cat(s) (many over the years) used to daily bring home their trophies and leave them at the back door as gifts. So I knew I wanted a mouse/rat proof hutch so that nothing could get in there. Grrrr. Bl**dy mouse!

      Great to see you Flo. as always, and thrilled to bits that you enjoyed the post.
      Wishing you a lovely weekend.
      Sending squidges ~ Cobs. x

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  4. Good Friday morning!
    Ooh ooh-I’ve got one-a “sandbank of gerbils!” LOL…endless amusement in collective nouns and if you don’t like the accepted ones you can make your own up..like..a “hanging of bats!”
    Hmm..I’m afraid I must confess I don’t like Cornish pasties so Mexico is the best place for a museum for them in my opinion…love the jokes though! My favourite is the spaghetti car LOL!!!
    Have a wonderful Friday, lots of love 🙂 xxx

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    • Hello Samantha! Happy Friday. 😀
      A ‘sandbank of Gerbils’ … aw, that’s a good one. Kind of ticklish. It makes me smile to think about it.

      I like the Hanging of Bats too. That’s fun.

      You don’t like Cornish Pasties? … GASP! But … but …. but … they’re so … so …. s.i.g.h, dreamy!
      Actually laughed out loud when I read that “Mexico is the best place for a museum” LOLOLOL! Bless your heart.

      Thrilled you like the jokes, and especially so the Spaghetti Car. LOL.

      Thank you so much for coming Samantha, and also for leaving a comment for me. It means the world to me to hear from you. It allows us to chat and just spend a few minutes with each other – which is amazing!
      Have a truly blessed day my friend.
      love and hugs ~ Cobs. x

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      • Yes, Dorset is quite a way from the East Midlands and the land of Robin Hood, although to be honest, I’ve never seen him…I think my issue with Cornish Pasties is the fact that everything is all mixed in together and you can’t see what you’re eating..I feel the same way about stew and used to drive my mother mad by insisting that the different food items on my plate shouldn’t touch other..! Another collective noun I like is a smack of jellyfish…suppose that’s what you do if you swim into them! 🙂 xx

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        • Smack of Jellyfish! Aww, now that’s a special one! lol.

          I’m with you on the stew. I couldn’t ever eat stew because, in my childhood, it was always made with Lamb, which is quite a fatty(ish) meat, so I could see this ‘shine’ or little bubbles – which I knew was the fat, floating on top of the stew. I absolutely hated it and wouldn’t eat it.

          I really offended my dad as it was the only thing he could cook (mum did all the cooking) and in order to try and get me to eat his stew, I remember him once (before I came home from school) turning on the oven and pouring the pan of stew into a casserole dish, popping the lid on and then putting it into the oven.

          You see … I would eat casserole … but I wouldn’t eat stew. My dad figured that if it came out of the casserole dish then I wouldn’t know the difference.

          So when I arrived home, he shouted from the kitchen … “You’ll like your tea …. I cooked a casserole”.

          I sniffed up to smell … walked into the kitchen and said … “No you didn’t. I can smell it. It’s stew!” He hadn’t figured on my ‘special’ nose. I can smell a smell even before it’s become a smell! LOL Bless his fabulous heart.

          We both obviously were injected with the same needle when we were taken for our jabs as babies – because we’re both strange about food stuffs. LOLOLOL.
          Sending love ❤ ~ Cobs. xx

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          • Yes, with you on that too! I will eat Mum’s chicken casserole but not the stew…same thing, grease and I don’t mean the musical! Bless your Dad for cooking though- the most my father would do was barbecue stuff..!
            Hope you’ve had a wonderful Mother’s Day…ooh another post to comment on!

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  5. Another most excellent informative narrative on your part Mrs C, hope the self inflicted wound is on the mend
    I find Cornwall’s lack of museum quite extraordinary !!
    Have a fabulous weekend
    PS LOVE the collective nouns LOL

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    • ahhhh… hello beautiful Mrs.P!
      LOVE seeing you, and chatting with you, so I’m just thrilled to the core that you visit and leave me a chat to find. It’s like finding a little nugget of a very precious gem.

      The wound is on the mend, but slowly… just to make sure that EVERYONE all over this green and pleasant land has seen it. (sigh). I cannot believe that doing such a stupid thing has caused this much damage. I’ve hardly been out of the house all week because of the mess it’s made. (And it’s too big to attempt a cover up with cosmetics, as that just makes it even worse!)

      The Pasty Museum … not being in Cornwall.??!!!??? I couldn’t believe that. Why does Cornwall not have one? Do they think that the pasty is not worthy? Are they crackers? They need to open a museum, with guided tours and talks, and end it with a choice of pasties for their visitors – all included in the price of the ticket. They’re missing out there. We should write to Cornwall and suggest it. (can you say free pasties?) lol

      Wishing you a wonderful weekend. May the weather be good, and the relaxation be even ‘gooder’. lol
      Sending big squidges and oodles of love ~ Cobs. x

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      • No doubt if you hadn’t have caused yourself a catastrophic injury you could have left your cottage done a full tour of the southern counties and not seen a single soul you know ~ as it is set one foot pass the front doorstep and the whole cavalry of friends, acquaintances, family members and the aunt of the dog next door but two will be there to greet you LOL
        Have a fabulous weekend xx

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        • lol… That is SO true.

          Mr.C walked the dog this morning, and I looked at the clock … it said 9.45am … I was still in me jammies and my hair looked like a bird had attempted to make a nest in it. But I thought to myself …. “ah, he’ll be back before the postman gets here, or the parcel lady comes” ….. huh. They both came and I felt like the dirtiest girl in the whole world.

          I caught sight of myself in the mirror before I got to the front door …. and instantly pleaded with God: “Dear God, it’s me again. Please either make me beautiful, or make whoever’s at the door, blind”.

          As usual, God was obviously chuckling that much that he thought I was joking. For the record God… I wasn’t. I really wasn’t!

          I’ve vowed that tomorrow, even though there is no post or delivery of anything … I’m getting up at the crack of stupid, brushing my teeth, jumping in the shower, jumping out and then jumping into my clothes and doing my hair, just to be absolutely sure.

          After a coffee …. I’m then going to my Craft Room and staying there for the whoooooole day 🙂
          The plan is to clean it up. That might happen. Or … it might not. I make no promises because I get distracted and then go off on one.

          PS…. DON’T FORGET TO PUT YOUR CLOCKS FORWARD THIS EVENING BEFORE YOU GO TO BED!

          Oooodles of squidges ~ Cobs. xxx ❤

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          • Sooo sorry you were looking less then perfect for your postal deliveries ~ even though I snorted tea over my computermebob at the image I conjured up of you looking like Worzel Gummidge
            I remembered to put the clocks forward ~ the lighter evenings make up for an hour lost in bed,
            Have a wonderful time in your crafting room ~ I just know you will discover loads of treasures you forgot you had
            Have the most peaceful week filled with love & laughter ❤

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            • Oh. My. Stars!! Worzel Gummidge. Ohhhh I have such wonderfully fond memories of watching him. Such gentle humour and fun for children. (not a hand held game or cell phone in sight!)

              LOL… yes, I looked very much like Worzel, answering the door.

              The hour changing … I can eventually cope, but coo, it takes our dog and cats ages to come to terms with it. It takes us about three weeks of slowly changing the time – by five minute here, ten there etc etc – that they get their meals. Poor things.

              Thanks for visiting and having a coffee, and refills, with me. I love you for it.
              Have a fabulous day of rest, and a wonderful week ~ Cobs. x

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                • I still haven’t changed the clock in my craft room and now I sit there like some zoned out zombie (a Worzel Gummidge zombie) blankly gazing at the clock, waiting for it to tell me the ‘real’ time as I seem incapable of working it out.

                  Maybe it’s the missing hour which has addled my brain. Maybe it’s simply down to being a complete nincompoop … but I apparently can’t add an hour to the clock in my craft room in order to be able to tell the time like any other human being from the age of around 5/6/7 can do.

                  Is it Christmas yet? Have I had my Birthday? Is today Wedonday or Frunday? Do you know my name? I really don’t want to pull my skirt up and look in my navy blue school knickers ’cause mommy says I’m not allowed to do that outside the house.

                  Have you had your birthday yet?
                  If you have … you didn’t invite me to the party. :/

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  6. We had pasties when we spent an Easter in Cornwall. Marvelous meal! I may have tried to make them on my own, but that evidently was not memorable. A blizzard hit while we were there. That would have been in April of 1981.

    Good luck with the mouse. We’ve just found evidence of mice in our garage. I could live with that, but I hope they don’t help themselves to anything in the kitchen.

    Thanks for the marvelous jokes. I’ll never learn to tell a joke, mainly because I can’t remember a single one, so I’ll just enjoy yours as they go by on the screen.

    Receptive to squidges. In fact, I’ll send some if you don’t mind getting them before sending them.

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    • Aw Anne, you can send them any time you like. Squidges are always very welcome because they give you that ‘feel good factor’, knowing someone loves you enough to give you a squidge or two. 🙂

      There’s something about the pasties you can get, there in Cornwall, which are all handmade by artisans there. They have a particular ‘magic’ which is a secret ingredient which they obviously add to the mix which suddenly hits you on your third mouthful.

      Easter + Chocolate + Cornwall + Pasties = [sings] … “Heaven, I’m in heaven.
      And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
      And I seem to find the happiness I seek ….”
      etc etc. 🙂

      I too hope your mice stay right there in your garage and don’t venture into your home. I fear having the mouse come into our conservatory through the open door, when I’m not paying attention. I just hope that Alf Capone (cat) is on duty if it happens.

      SO lovely to see you Anne. You bring with you a beautiful warm glow which is like the sun on a lovely summers day.
      Have a truly blessed rest of your day my friend. ~ Cobs. x

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  7. Hello Lovely Cobs! It is Friday afternoon here 🙂 I do hope your chin is on the mend! My goodness! Your poor bunny had an unwanted house guest! I can vividly picture the ordeal of trying to get that little menace out of there, and cats awaiting 🙂

    The bear hunting really disappointed me! So cruel ! imho They weren’t overpopulating! I better stop there! xxx

    You live in a beatiful area! I have watched Doc Martin and love the scenery!

    Those Pasties!! the sky is the limit I would imagine what you could fill them with.

    Love the you, the jokes and the blog post’s always! Have a Blessed and Marvelous weekend to you and yours Cobs! xxxx

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    • Hello beautiful Ruthie 🙂
      Happy Friday afternoon to you!!
      I know … the mouse in my bunny house! An uninvited guest and very much unwanted too. Horrible little critter, leaving pooh all over the avery! I have no idea what my bunny thought of it. I can only imagine that she might well have been a wee bit scared. Although … she is known as the Grumpiest Wabbit in the World … so I’m not sure.
      Although I really don’t think she’s grumpy, I think she’s talking to him. She likes to play football with him, and I reckon she’s asking him to throw the little ball for her. But Mr. Cobs does because she grumps at him. A sort of growley grrring gruff. Never does it to me mind. LOL

      Isn’t Doc Martin a fabulous programme? I just love it. It has this snuggly feeling and draws me in. There’s a new series coming out soon, and I can’t wait!

      Thank you so much for coming Ruthie. I love seeing you and having a chat and can’t thank you enough for coming and having a coffee with me.
      Have a fabulous rest of your Friday, and I hope that your weekend is filled with warm ,happy smiles and lots of love.
      God Bless Ruthie ~ Cobs. x ❤

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  8. Really shocked about the Cornish pasty museum ! How strange to be so far from the area itself. They’re known as dinosaur pies in our house. Your jokes are fantastic, my 10 year old loves telling them to anyone who will listen 😂 Keep up the good work.

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    • Hello Claire.
      Thank you so much for your visit! 🙂

      Actually laughed when I read the ‘Dinosaur Pies’ .. what a GREAT name for them.

      The Museum – being in Mexico … aw that blew me away. I still feel like it’s a huge (early) April Fools joke. It just doesn’t make sense.

      Thrilled you like the jokes … and even more thrilled to bits that your 10 year old likes to share them with anyone within hearing distance! He/she obviously has the same sense of fun as I do. I think I’ve found my level. LOL

      Thanks so much for coming and sharing a ‘coffee time’ with me Claire, and a BIG thank you for chatting. It makes blog land such a fabulous place to be.
      Sending squidges from my corner, to yours. ~ Cobs. x

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  9. And are you going to give a pasty recipe? They look marvelous! I have see that show with Doc Martin! I kind of like it. It looks beautiful down there. I am going to have to run those names for groups of things past Chicken Grandad. He loves that type of trivia….and I like to stump him LOL!
    I am so sorry for your rodent woes! Those buggers are so pesky and so hard to get rid of. I am rooting for Alf Capone to take him out.
    You have a great weekend Cobs!

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    • Y’know as a person who doesn’t believe in killing things …. I’m hoping for Alf C. to get that little s*d and do him in. I seriously do. I was even sat there, in my chair looking out through the glass doors, and watching Alfie spying under the wascally wabbit hutch … looking as if he thought he might have seen something … and as I sat there … I was heard to say …. “Go on Alf… get the little bugger and give him what he’s got coming to him!”

      Sadly there was no mouse to be seen. But when Mr. Cobs went to check her water and food … he came back and said that the mouse had managed to get in there again, because he found mouse droppings.

      GASP!!! My eyes nearly popped out of my head. We figured out that he must have climbed up the inside of the fly screen and got to the upper floor like that.
      I swear Chicken, if I see him I’ll give him to Alf personally because I’m so mad about it now.

      Pastry … Did you want a recipe for the Cornish Pasties? They can be rather gorgeous.

      There’s actually a story behind them. They used to be made for farmers and miners. They were a complete meal – dinner and pudding – made in one handy to handle parcel.

      Because Farmers and Miners always had dirty hands, Pasties were made in a sealed pastry so that when they were taken from the oven, then wrapped in a napkin, placed in a basket and taken to either the field for the Farmer or the Pit for the Miner, the recipient could simply unwrap the napkin and then pick the pasty up holding it in the napkin so that they didn’t use their dirty hands on the pasty. They (pasty) would retain the heat inside, because they were sealed up in pastry!

      The pasty was a meal of two halfs. Half (or just over half) of the pasty was meat and vegetables inside, and the remainder of the pasty had a sweet desert or pudding – such as apples, dried fruits (sultanas, raisins etc) or any mix which would sit well in the pasty and not travel around and get mixed up with the savoury contents.

      The Farmer or Miner could eat a hearty meal and simply return the basket and napkin so that it could be used again another day!

      Cornwall really is very beautiful, with a quaintness which is England as it’s always been. The people are fabulous and have such a welcoming attitude towards visitors. I think you’d really like it there. You need to come to the UK and have a week of complete relaxation there. Everything is slower there. Time doesn’t rush past, but goes at a wonderful, magical pace. At least … it did the last time I went – which was rather too long ago. :/ I have such wonderful memories of the place.
      Sending big squidges ~ Cobs. x

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      • You did my heart good on the mouse tales!!!! Every so often one decides to move into my old farmhouse in the winter. I tell you…..I turn into a nag and cannot wait for my husband to trap those things! I have tried setting mouse traps but usually end up feeding them! I told Chicken Grandad this past winter he had better get trapping unless he wanted to see a 10 pound mouse run by.
        Cornwall sound wonderful and the pasties do too!

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        • I’ve told Mr.C that if he sees mouse droppings in there in the morning, then it’s off to the Pet shop place to get a humane trap. I’ll bait it with a bit of digestive biscuit and I’ll catch that little b*gger before it drives me any the more nuts than I am right now.

          Cornwall is fantabulous. (and the pasties are so lovely that I swear a week spent there will add a good half a stone to your weight! LOL)
          Love you Chicken. ~ Cobs. xxx

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  10. Well I hope Mrs Rabbit is very comfortable and cosy. It is truly amazing about the Cornish Pasty! Mr Kim & myself are off to look at houses in Somerset in April, so we could well be neighbours 🙂 x

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    • You’re moving to Zummarzet? Ooo arr. oo arr!

      So is this a planned all your life time move, or is it a recent decision? Moving because of a job move maybe? Or just wanting a little less rush and a lot more peace?
      How lovely though. 🙂
      Sending love ~ Cobs.x

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        • aww… well I’ve only found really lovely people where I live. Truly. I have the best neighbours ever, and I feel so cared about here.

          I don’t ‘neighbour’ – i.e. I’m not someone who pops in and out of neighbours houses – but that’s probably down to shyness. But when I see my neighbours I just want to hug them all the time because they’re so lovely.

          Do you have any relatives in the area you’re thinking of moving to?

          Ohhh… I’ve just had a brilliant thought Kim! … You could do that ‘Move to the Country’ programme thing on TV! (Might be BBC … I think) They’d do all the searching for you then, and take you round looking at houses in your budget, and with all the things you’ve said you’d like in your house: Living Room; Kitchen (big/small) Dining room; 10 Bedrooms; Walk in Wardrobe; Bidets in every room; Swimming pool in the garden; Room for a Pony (or two) … all within a budge of £2.50. (and if they manage that, then ask them if they can get me one too?) LOLOL.
          ~ Cobs. x

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          • My brother lives in Dorset, but we can’t afford there, so best get them to look in the £2.00 range, but l could live without the pool though, craft room is definitely a must….! I haven’t found a bad word said about you gentile country folk! X

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            • Y’know … I’m pretty certain that you’ll be happy wherever you land, Kim. I was MEGA lucky with this property we found, in that the Garage had already been converted into a really lovely room. Alledgedly for a crafter – but I saw no signs of crafting in there when we came to view. But I had to choke back tears when the Estate Agent unlocked the door and beckoned me inside this converted room. Then, when I turned around to speak to Mr.C … there on the decking outside, where I’d just that moment been standing, was a white feather, and I knew right there and then that it was a sign.

              We had to do some renovating, but it wasn’t anything that kept us from living here, (although for a few weeks it was mighty uncomfortable – but if it needs doing, then it needs doing).

              I’m wishing a wish for you to find your craft room along with a house that you’ll love.
              Very good luck! ❤ ~ Cobs. x

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  11. Radio says a storm is coming this way in 45 min. ….What I learned today thanks to Miss Cob is wordpress has changed up something. Haven’t been able to comment on my people for a couple of days.Why???I don’t handle interference well these days. Thank you dear friend. Did you send the info to Chicken? She is having problems too. After the storm I will be back. Talleho!

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  12. You have my sympathies on the chin incident. Every now and again I misjudge the distance to my mouth and end up either with coffee (it is always something hot!) down my ‘crumb catcher’ or a sore lip from being bashed with a mug!!
    Now, I believe my sister and I were the proud and caring owners of an Esgargatoire as kids. Thank you for giving it a name! We lived on the edge of some downs and woods and there were always loads of snails around. Some had sadly crushed shells and we thought we would set up a snail hospital. In an egg box, with cotton wool beds and a few dandelion leaves to feast on when they were strong enough. We ran this hospital diligently for quite some time and were terribly impressed with our 100% success rate. Every night the snails were put to bed and by morning they were gone. Miraculous! Or, perhaps as we found out MANY years later, maybe not. Our dad, fed up with the amount of extra snails we were bringing into the garden was releasing them all ‘back into the wild’ every night. Or maybe he dispatched them to the Farm, I don’t know! Finally the Purley Escargatoire closed its box, never to reopen…..

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    • I’m not laughing. No. Not even a bit. It’s just that I think I must have swallowed a fly and it’s tickled my throat. And I’m coughing. I know it might sound like the most hilarious laughter of all time, but it’s really coughing. Oh … and look … sneezing too!

      Funny that … ’cause I normally only sneeze when I’m telling fiberoonies, but here I am sneezing … now three times …. when I’m just coughing.

      (That’s actually true… I do sneeze when I tell fibs. I can’t lie at all because my sneeze re-action always lets me down. I don’t know why that is, but you being a medical pioneer will probably know. I fear it might just be that I’m broken in every part of my body it’s possible to be broken. Brain included!)

      On your CV you can now add: CEO of an Esgargatoire.

      If that doesn’t get you your next promotion then NOTHING will! (I’d be impressed big time… but I probably wouldn’t be able to say it until I’d had three run ups to it … LOL)

      Oodles of anything you’re low on …. Cobs.x xx

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        • Snickering? Me? Would I EVER snicker at you?
          I wouldn’t dare.

          Besides … I loves you too much.
          …. but I might have smiled, in a kind of ‘I loves her ’cause she’s my fwend’ way.
          But if the Police Ossifer comes round the corner, we don’t know each other. OK?

          Erm …. Puff … what’s that smell? 😮

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    • Hello Anna.
      Aw, thank you so much for your lovely comment, and for coming and sharing a coffee with me.

      I’m thrilled that you had an enjoyable read, and even more chuffed to bits that you even learned something! Win/Win situation! lol

      Thank you so much for coming, and for giving me a giggle.
      Have a blessed day ~ Cobs. x

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