tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post8410291662360604423..comments2024-01-29T13:20:07.366+00:00Comments on Little Corner of the Earth: TOYOTA YARIS VERSO ("Does what it says on the tin")Avushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16512540148378201058noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post-63610792542022384832015-11-02T08:23:19.478+00:002015-11-02T08:23:19.478+00:00RR: Thanks for that entertaining and witty post. I...RR: Thanks for that entertaining and witty post. It did go through my mind when I wrote about "Miss Mollet's" that I might get a nibble on the bait from you. Names are all. What if I had called it "Fred's Caff"?<br /><br />Kay: Good to hear from you from far NZ. I found many of your cafes, etc. just as delightful once one got away from the tourist track. (Although I was a tourist myself)Avushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16512540148378201058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post-83386371706851861322015-11-02T00:08:25.832+00:002015-11-02T00:08:25.832+00:00I've enjoyed catching up with what you've ...I've enjoyed catching up with what you've been up to! I envy your visits to Tea Shops in the English countryside. Kay Cookehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01791873464409271216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post-37722557193143536852015-10-31T08:02:29.412+00:002015-10-31T08:02:29.412+00:00Wasn't Miss Mollet's called "the qual...Wasn't Miss Mollet's called "the quality" tea-shop? Just to add to my frisson. A terrifying place with accusatory Tory women's hats, cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off, barely audible discussions about bringing back the birch, a car park full of Rovers (the old sort).<br /><br />There's a middle-class malapropism whereby toasted tea-cakes become teasted toe-cakes. When evoked it causes genteel laughs but not for me. I imagine Miss Mollet's customers eating toe-cakes with relish, especially when the toes are cut from the feet of the undeserving poor. Worshipping, as it were, beneath a halo-ed oleograph of GO, a sort of trapdoor in the middle of his chest, open to reveal nothing. But then we all knew.<br /><br />I do not want to be enlightened. I am sure Miss Mollet's is a completely humdrum place and I would not enter it for that reason. I'm a savoury man, anyway, and for me cakes just don't cut it. But where's the fun in humdrum? Look around comfortable rural Kent but don't record what you see, only what you imagine. Solace for you and your dogged (nay, admirable) organisational spirit, intent on prolonging cycling delights whatever the complexities. May all bike runs be glorious (even if it rains; you're allowed to fib you know), may all complexities be reduced to "a simple matter", and may your rosy-spectacled memories of SAABs never dim.<br /><br />And, incidentally, thanks. I'm sitting here in my dressing gown stained more than once with dropped food, a veritable literary cliché, and I've been moved by what you wrote. Not in the right direction, of course, but movement is at least one confirmation of life.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post-83272976564431313272015-10-30T09:46:11.792+00:002015-10-30T09:46:11.792+00:00Thanks for visiting Pam and for your encouraging c...Thanks for visiting Pam and for your encouraging comments. Such are all very welcome and help reinforce my convalescence. (liked your "walk & talk" along the riverbank on your blog)Avushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16512540148378201058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post-26003104298215169432015-10-29T21:46:05.402+00:002015-10-29T21:46:05.402+00:00My hat is also off. I can't see you doing the ...My hat is also off. I can't see you doing the bemoaning option; and fresh air and autumn woods sound just the ticket for raising the spirits. Pam https://www.blogger.com/profile/12641269043817163165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post-66325740599976285012015-10-26T14:38:24.118+00:002015-10-26T14:38:24.118+00:00Daughter mine:
Shall I switch the ebike to maximu...Daughter mine:<br /><br />Shall I switch the ebike to maximum speed then? (On throttle alone in manages nearly 19 mph which is technically illegal here - should max out at 15 mph) <br /><br />Tom:<br />Thanks for your encouragement. Either one sits in a chair and bemoans one's lot and what is past or you find new ways to enjoy life.Avushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16512540148378201058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post-85650283684610948612015-10-26T14:09:45.973+00:002015-10-26T14:09:45.973+00:00Avus, I am so happy for you. I have read with more...Avus, I am so happy for you. I have read with more than passing interest how you have adapted, and coped with your life's problems. I take my hat off to you, sir! Tomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09028121782477111901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post-74390608024518203162015-10-26T13:11:30.059+00:002015-10-26T13:11:30.059+00:00Go Pa Go!
Love daughter xxGo Pa Go!<br />Love daughter xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com