Hello!! Aw it’s lovely to see you, thanks so much for coming for a visit. Coffee? Tea? Help yourself to biscuits (that’s ‘cookies’ for my USA friends).
Well . . . I’ll start with my confession … I was a very naughty girl one evening this week … I ate a bar of Fry’s Chocolate Cream. All to myself, and I didn’t share any of it either. I’m presuming that you know what a Fry’s Chocolate Cream is? I know they do sell them in the USA, and various other places around the globe. But … just in case, here’s a photo of one:
… As I was eating this bar I became aware of my puzzler working overtime. I recalled that Fry’s Chocolate Cream came in other flavours too, which I hadn’t realised had disappeared from the shelves here in the UK. Orange – which I was a little indifferent about anyway, but it would be rather nice to taste it again now that I’ve grown up (well, in body but my mind … aw lets’ not go there eh?), and PEPPERMINT! Oooo now that one was rather a treat.
My mum used to have a Fry’s bar once a week. Normally towards the weekend. She only ever allowed herself one and sometimes, if I’d been an especially good girl, she would share a piece with me. And this is how I came to love them too. My mum was brilliant about it though. She could make a bar of this last her for days on end! Always a mystery to me, how on earth she did this. lol
However, in this looking back at Fry’s, suddenly came a quiet little voice saying … “oy, over here….. look over here!” And there, in a little dusty corner of my mind, was another Fry’s Chocolate Cream bar…
Anyone remember the 5 different flavours of the 5 Centre bar? It wasn’t a particular favourite of mine. All the different centres in one bar, all bunched up against each other, aw it made it just wrong somehow. If I was given one of these though … it would last me for days, as I could only eat one section and then had to leave it for hours and hours, until I could face another section. lol. So, a great dietary aid when I come to think of it.
This then sent me on a trip down Chocolate Memory Lane … GALAXY COUNTERS…. anyone remember those? For what reason they stopped making those is lost in time, but they were just fabulous. You can still get them I understand, but only in packets of Revels. I liked Galaxy Counters because you could let them sit on your tongue, and slowly melt away into gorgeousness. Mmmmmm. Galaxy chocolate is such lovely, smooth stuff.
Anyone else remember when Matchmakers came in their original box?
I somehow liked them more in their original box than in the double sized boxes they come in today. They seemed more of a treat in the slim box.
Anyone remember the Cadbury’s Milk Tray Bar? The box of chocolates only in a bar?
So that you can be reminded what was inside this amazing bar of chocolates ….
Funny thing is ... I don’t remember Coconut being spelt like it is on that wrap?! I do wonder why they stopped making that bar as it seemed to be so popular.
And … finally ... Mackintosh’s Mint Cracknel. Oh you HAVE to remember Mint Cracknel! Although I liked it … I had a fear of it. Let me remind you of what it looked like:
Remember it now? I was terrified that one of those shards of mint cracknel would get into my throat, puncture my throat and then I’d die a strange minty perfumed death, and no one would know why because the minute those minty shards got wet (from the saliva in your mouth) they totally melted away to nothing and left a fabulous minty taste in your mouth. But … boy they scurred me! lol
OK.. moving along now. May I just take this moment to give the world a weather reminder:
January brings the snow;
Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen ponds again.
March brings breezes, loud and shrill,
Stirs the dancing daffodil.
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STIRS the dancing daffodil. S-T-I-R-S .. Stirs the dancing daffodil. It doesn’t say KNOCK SEVEN SORTS OF you know what OUT OF MY DAFFODILS!!!
Madam Weather … kindly remember what you’re supposed to be doing at this time of the year and STOP MAKING UP YOUR OWN RULES! My garden looks like a sodden graveyard of daffodils which have been slayed by some sort of monster who doesn’t leave visible footprints, but instead branches blown off trees, a ton of dried up leaves all congregated at my door, trying to block my entry into my own home and a howling gale mixed with buckets of rain when I get out of the car, which leaves my time this morning of primping and curling my hair a TOTAL WASTE OF TIME! [stamps foot]
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So just stop it weather, and follow the instructions in the poem! OK?!!! Ok!
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So … let’s get onto what I learnt this week….
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This week I learned that there are approximately 5,000 species of mammals alive in the world, today.
I learnt that the difference between a Mammal and an Animal is that a Mammal can feed its young by producing its own milk. This also applies to Monotremes, such as the Duck-billed Platypus, which lays eggs and produces milk – and therefore it’s the only animal that can make its own custard.
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I learned that performing daily chores can use up more calories than winning gold medals. Yes seriously.
Usain Bolt needed to run for a total of just under 30 seconds over three rounds to secure his Olympic title, shedding less than 30 kcal (though this does not include calories burned during training or after the race, when athletes’ metabolic rates ramp up). You lose more than that sitting through a 15-minute meeting.
I also learned that extremely sensitive hearing is called ‘hyperacusis’. Sufferers can find normal levels of sound intolerably loud.
Mr.Cobs would (if I ever took the time to breathe in when I’m talking) take the opportunity to tell you that I suffer with this. Which is possibly correct, for I do have sensitive hearing. However I would also remind himself that he talks way too loud and that’s why I’m forever saying “Will you stop shouting. I’m sat arms length from you!” …. at which point he lowers his voice …. and then ….. (get this) … he then repeats what he said in a quieter voice, in case I didn’t HEAR IT THE FIRST TIME WHEN HE WAS SHOUTING IT!. Why is this? Why? .. [shakes head and pulls her puzzlement face in bewilderment]
I kid ye not reader. He really, honestly, truly, cross my heart, really does do this.
OOOhh… nearly forgot this one… I learned:- The most difficult tongue-twister in English is ‘pad kid poured curd pulled cod’. Go on … give it a few goes. It really is a tongue-twister – even when you’ve got it written down in front of you. I could only say it when I read it quite slowish. I managed it once, then tried to get faster and it all fell to pieces. lol.
Well now look … I’ve talked and talked and kept you reading when all you wanted to do was dive into some funnies … so, because you know I love you dearly, I shall finish imparting my wisdom and instead turn my hand to making you laugh and/or smile. Ready? OK.. let’s go!
A friend told me this joke this week:
Q: Is Google male or female? …. A: Female, because it doesn’t let you finish a sentence before making a suggestion. BUT … I answered back that no, it was male, because it thought it knew better than you so tried to rush you on because you’d interrupted his game playing on the X-Box.
Q: Why do hamburgers go to the gym? . . . . A: To get better buns!
. . . . I have a stepladder. I never knew my real ladder.
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Q: Who cares if you pee in the shower?
A: The bride and all her guests, apparently
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Q. What did the elephant say to the naked man?
A. “How do you breathe through something so small?”
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Q: What type of sandals do frogs wear?
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Why do seagulls fly over the sea?
Because if they flew over the bay, they would be called bagels
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. . . . If tomatoes are a fruit, – then (in that case) isn’t Ketchup a smoothie?
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We made it to the end of the first week in March, despite the weather trying to stop us! It’s been pretty cold here in the UK, and I’m hoping that the weather improves a tad as we move into next week. I’m not asking for unseasonal temperatures, just weather which makes working in the garden a possibility.
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What about you in your corner of the world? What’s the weather doing there where you are?
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Despite the weather, it’s been a nice week and I’ve quite enjoyed being in the house with Mr.Cobs, doing nothing in particular.
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But do tell me what you’ve been up to this week. I’d love to hear about what’s going on in your world.
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In the meantime … I send you my best wishes and hope that your weekend is peace filled, warm and happy. May contentment find you, and may you recognise it as a friend. For where you have contentment, everything else will just fall into place and life will be good.
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Have a blessed rest of your day, followed by a truly blessed weekend.