tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post7412944579058291294..comments2024-03-25T09:03:39.020-07:00Comments on The Uncrushable Jersey Dress: Never the Time and the Place--RepriseBetty Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16446092401692468002noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-38514601697424784382013-07-21T12:39:40.554-07:002013-07-21T12:39:40.554-07:00page 159
'The shops look gorgeous. I love Chr...page 159<br /><br />'The shops look gorgeous. I love Christmas.' <br />'They'll miss you at home this year.' <br />She said soberly. 'Yes, though I hardly ever got home for Christmas because of being on duty you see. Do all your family meet at Christmas?' <br />'No—at the New Year.That's a very important day for us, the house bulges with children on Old Year's Day and the grown-ups see the New Year in and eat <a href="http://everyneelsthing.blogspot.de/2009/12/how-dutch-was-my-new-year.html" rel="nofollow"><b>something very like your doughnuts</b></a> and drink champagne. You may find Christmas very quiet...' He spoke casually, but his eyes beneath their heavy lids were watching her face. <br />'No, I shan't—you'll be there and we can have a tree, can't we? You do have Christmas trees?'<br />'Oh, yes,' he assured her gravely, 'indeed we do. And there will be people dropping in for drinks and presents for everyone. Next year you will be there for <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvCoMYYehF0" rel="nofollow"><b>St Nikolaas</b></a><br />—more presents, though that's really <a href="https://www.rijksmuseum.nl/nl/ontdek-de-collectie/overzicht/jan-havicksz-steen/objecten#/SK-A-385,2" rel="nofollow"><b>for the children</b></a>.'Betty Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517346001348814015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-62165528753246982682013-07-21T12:36:36.877-07:002013-07-21T12:36:36.877-07:00page 67
As they left Salisbury behind them, he sa...page 67<br /><br />As they left Salisbury behind them, he said casually, 'I've booked a table at <a href="http://media.rightmove.co.uk/42k/41066/22020481/41066_WIN070022_IMG_01_0003.jpg" rel="nofollow"><b>Sheriff</b></a> <a href="http://www.imagesofengland.org.uk/Details/Default.aspx?id=140381" rel="nofollow"><b>House</b></a> in <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11321149@N03/3790132540/in/photolist-6LVqmL-7re1FS-7JyuXq-67J3tj-f7Ahow-7ra68F-7re6yf-fi1Yt-fi469-fi449-fi2bN-fi2rj-fi1W9-6HCPb1-ebdfbM-ebiQyo-ebdjUK-ebiSh1-ebiKwd-ebd98K-5SSVpg-7myB6-7myN7-fi2f3-fi23Z-fi4gq-fi1Tm-fi224-fi2gB-fi2tG-fi4aw-fi41N-fi2dL-fi4eJ-fi3Vc-fi2jb-fi3XX-fi3Ri-fi2nx-fi48s-4Q2pwq-as1wwF-cPJ46-fi2ae-fi26x-e16Jrx-cRagqw-6hbvmW-6hbujo-bwmchS-e8fYoU" rel="nofollow"><b>Stockbridge</b></a>. I hope you like it, perhaps you already know it?' <br />'I've not been there, Mother and Father have. They loved it.' Presently he stopped the car and they went into the small hotel and Josephine, who hadn't been feeling in the least hungry, sniffed the fragrant faint smells coming from the kitchen as they crossed the hall, suddenly found her mouth watering.<br />They had a table by the window in the small dining room and she ate her way with wholesome appetite through homemade paté and toast, a morsel of <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40837632@N05/6201542507/in/photolist-as1wwF-7rdZ5S-gStXv-7oiF3H-67J39s-7iG2Tw-e1c73C-5Wi9Us-e8fYoU-67J3HE-7raawc-7rdWqS-7ra94z-7tXh2-7tXcd-7rmtzk-7re6yf-7re2VY-7rdXT5-7he6Sf-7ra68F-7re1FS-e2Wobu-92JEC4-7dwpEM-aygE1d-aydMSe-aygTz5-ayh6XE-4C5UDr-4CacQU-7aH2KU-aD6CWS-5TsSM7-67DRng-eMC6dz-eMP3VE-cPQmdy-ete9i-cugFY1-cugEVJ-cugEpS-4NyVDg-4ND9VJ-7P9pDs-4vL3CQ-5aqBtT-7Avma1-cRagqw-7Sc5Ex-dqVNm2" rel="nofollow"><b>trout</b></a>, <a href="http://www.goflyfishinguk.com/fly-fishing-locations/chalk-streams/river-test.php" rel="nofollow"><b>fresh caught from the river</b></a> <a href="http://media.rightmove.co.uk/42k/41066/22020481/41066_WIN070022_IMG_00_0002.jpg" rel="nofollow"><b>running</b></a> <a href="http://media.rightmove.co.uk/42k/41066/22020481/41066_WIN070022_IMG_04_0002.jpg" rel="nofollow"><b>through</b></a> <a href="http://media.rightmove.co.uk/42k/41066/22020481/41066_WIN070022_IMG_07_0000.jpg" rel="nofollow"><b>the hotel</b></a> <a href="http://www.rightmove.co.uk/house-prices/detailMatching.html/svr/3113;jsessionid=C08BA0D0D60BE67C4B661BF47CEE2A4C?prop=22020481&sale=30933101&country=england" rel="nofollow"><b>garden</b></a>, followed by <a href="http://asset.keldelice.com/attachments/photos/566381/original/tournedos_rossini.jpg?1285192006" rel="nofollow"><b>Tournedos</b></a> <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/recipes/4756/Classic-Tournedos-Rossini.html" rel="nofollow"><b>Rossini</b></a> and to round these off, an ice cream, home made, and as she explained to her companion, out of this world. They drank hock sparingly since they still had more than an hour of their drive ahead of them but they didn't hurry over their coffee, and Josephine, almost against her will, found herself happy and content; Mr van Tacx was a pleasant companion, telling her a little of Holland although nothing of himself, not mentioning the hospital at all, never verging on the personal.Betty Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517346001348814015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-86856362278503908962013-07-21T12:33:37.886-07:002013-07-21T12:33:37.886-07:00'Move over, I'll drive somewhere where we ...'Move over, I'll drive somewhere where we can have coffee or a drink.' She opened her mouth to refuse, realised that it would be useless anyway and found herself squashed into the other seat. The small part of her brain that wasn't numbed by surprise, noted that a Mini really wasn't a car for a man of his size. 'Do you mind where we go?' He didn't wait for her to answer. 'Is the tank full?' 'Yes.' <br />'Good. We'll keep to this side of town shall we? Do you know Epping Forest? Buckhurst Hill—<a href="http://buckhurst-hill-history.btck.co.uk/MemoriesHistory/Pubs" rel="nofollow"><b>the</b></a> <a href="http://travel.zenfs.com/image/vfm/4184024/41433528/500x500_05560_ext_01_e_p.jpg" rel="nofollow"><b>Roebuck</b></a>—we can get something there.'Betty Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517346001348814015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-75846695374594494132013-07-21T08:34:49.072-07:002013-07-21T08:34:49.072-07:00Meanwhile, I have visited the "People of Walm...Meanwhile, I have visited the "People of Walmart"... <br /><br />Oh. My. Word. <br /><br />Thank you for a zillion (outraged?) laughs. Unbelievable! Next time I am at the supermarket I will pay a little more attention to detail. I don't believe I have ever seen people dressed like that going shopping. Make that: I don't believe I have ever seen people dressed like that. Period. <br />I do remember the time a group of young people went shopping at one of the local supermarkets. It was a warm summer evening, they all looked as if they had just come from the beach or the public pool. The men were not wearing shirts and one of the store managers who happened to be around calmly told them off, pointing out that their attire was inappropriate. Ha.Betty Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517346001348814015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-15491396527937981582013-07-21T02:00:23.121-07:002013-07-21T02:00:23.121-07:00Which is perhaps a little boring, but there you ar...Which is perhaps a little boring, but there you are. It was not a pretty sight. I would not have subjected my camera to preserving that image for any - however minimal - length of time.Betty Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517346001348814015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-15091349554497866602013-07-20T12:25:25.159-07:002013-07-20T12:25:25.159-07:00Not that bosky (by the by, Frisian bosk = forest)....Not that bosky (by the by, Frisian <i>bosk</i> = forest). Apparently, I've been reading too many Regency novels where <a href="http://www.georgette-heyer.com/slang.html" rel="nofollow"><b>bosky</b></a> means <a href="https://sites.google.com/site/regencymurdermystery/slang" rel="nofollow"><b>drunk</b></a><br /><br />I did not have my camera with me and I am afraid in this country there are laws against publishing people's pictures without their consent, unless they are not the subject of the photo and just happen to be standing around where you are taking a picture. Betty Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517346001348814015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-18829522508677573502013-07-20T10:14:46.106-07:002013-07-20T10:14:46.106-07:00Bosky? Does that mean busty? I thought it had some...Bosky? Does that mean busty? I thought it had something to do with bushes. She sounds like a classy gal. Is there an european website that is the equivalent of our "People of Wal-Mart"? You could have posted her photo!<br /><br />B von S<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-8091769891250982992013-07-20T08:05:43.805-07:002013-07-20T08:05:43.805-07:00What an unpleasant spectacle...
Yesterday, at the...What an unpleasant spectacle...<br /><br />Yesterday, at the supermarket, I was reminded of the <a href="https://www.google.de/search?hl=de&tbo=p&tbm=bks&q=%22scooped+out+neckline%22+intitle:never+intitle:the+intitle:time+intitle:and+intitle:the+intitle:place+inauthor:neels+inauthor:betty&num=10" rel="nofollow"><i><b>scooped out neckline</b></i></a>. Not in a pleasant way, mind you. There was a lady (misnomer) in a shirt with a roll-down/drop-down (way down) neckline and, <i>um</i>, nothing on underneath. Not advisable... She was slightly bosky, didn't have enough money and would have returned the bottle of beer she was going to buy (wouldn't have been enough), wanted to give back the goods from the bakery shop (was denied), but refused to part with the one litre carton of wine (carton, mind) or the small bottle of rum. She asked the lady in line behind her for the money. Was told no, she would have to leave the wine behind. No. Again she refused to do that. And again. The line was building up and I think it was the elderly lady further down in line (who was actually not much older than the woman herself) telling her <a href="https://www.google.de/search?hl=de&tbo=p&tbm=bks&q=%22in+a+no+nonsense+voice%22+inauthor:neels+inauthor:betty&num=100" rel="nofollow"><b>in a no nonsense voice</b></a> that she was holding everyone up and that she would have to make a decision that finally induced her to pull the carton of wine back out of her bag, muttering all the while that it was all her boyfriend's fault.<br />What an unpleasant spectacle. And not just the scooped out neckline either...Betty Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517346001348814015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-14624474907287287782013-07-19T14:18:20.332-07:002013-07-19T14:18:20.332-07:00Glad to hear your Favorite Girl isn't off her ...Glad to hear your Favorite Girl isn't off her feed anymore! Betty A. has been playing <b>veterinary nurse</b> for several weeks - her mother's dog needed surgery on one of her toes and since then Betty A. had to change the bandages, clean the wound, and remove stitches which kept popping up after a couple of days, one after the other, that the vet had overlooked when he removed the others. (Ok, just two stitches in total. But it was distressing nevertheless. The second one in particular was tricky because it was a teency tiny knot and you couldn't see a thing because her hair had grown back a millimeter or two.) <br />And since her mom has broken her arm a few weeks earlier she could not change the bandages herself. But she helped.<br /><br />And since her mom has broken her arm a few weeks earlier Betty A. has done a lot of fetching and carrying. (Does that make me a part-time companion? No, wait. My mom does all of her correspondence herself. So I guess not. Rats.)Betty Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517346001348814015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-13725912704072336672013-07-18T13:08:24.665-07:002013-07-18T13:08:24.665-07:00I don't seem to have enough time to read or sp...I don't seem to have enough time to read or spend with my laptop of late. But this weekend I'll have the weekend off. Sigh. There were so many things I meant to write...<br /><br />Here is a <b><b>Magda</b></b>, in case you were wondering how to pronounce the name.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27S9l13wjwc" rel="nofollow">Mijn naam is Magda Berndsen. Ik ben degene die bijna 60 is dit jaar.</a> <br />(My name is Magda Berndsen. I am the one who is almost 60 this year.)<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyKsNgFiM2I" rel="nofollow">Mijn naam is Magda Berndsen. Ik ben 62 jaar. Daar ben ik trots om.</a><br />(My name is Magda Berndsen. I am 62 years old. I am proud of it.)<br />Betty AnonymousAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-19108226354469903472013-07-15T13:31:41.747-07:002013-07-15T13:31:41.747-07:00Betty Henry's voice is quite ordinary until he...Betty Henry's voice is quite ordinary until he has a cold, when he sounds like Jeremy Irons. (*swoon*)<br /><br />Betty Ross's voice is ordinary in sickness and in health. Magdalenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11551590278859598110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-23705067654302399002013-07-15T13:18:25.769-07:002013-07-15T13:18:25.769-07:00One branch of our family has a very distinctive la...One branch of our family has a very distinctive laugh, short, sharp, staccato. When they all start up at one of their frequent family get togethers it sounds like you're on the testing range at a machine gun factory.<br /><br />B von S<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-35715827705543231572013-07-15T09:25:11.095-07:002013-07-15T09:25:11.095-07:00Favorite Girl, who seems to have recovered her app...Favorite Girl, who seems to have recovered her appetite nicely with a course of painkillers that she hates to get but will now have to put up with 2x/day forever and ever, has a voice like a runaway truck's brakes being frantically applied. Unless she's doing her quiet-inquiry voice, which sounds like a hiccupping baby. My long-lost love, a Belfast-born teenager with amazing cheekbones, had a voice like warm taffy in maple syrup -- dark and delicious, but impossible to understand. My delightful goddaughter has a voice like a spring-fed creek running over rocks, burble bubble.<br /><br />Thanks for asking.Betty van den Betsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05462647734423787992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-20904104726725433592013-07-15T08:38:33.582-07:002013-07-15T08:38:33.582-07:00Dr. van der Stevejinck has a voice that reminds me...Dr. van der Stevejinck has a voice that reminds me of warm chocolate chip cookies. To which he would never say no to.Betty Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16446092401692468002noreply@blogger.com