Enough of this. I’m glad to be back at Blogstead – where a residue of the snow remains – after a quick visit to Lymington to conduct Siobhan and Pete’s wedding. We set out for Prestwick in Friday morning’s heavy snow – with snow scoop, wellies, water, bikkies. All we lacked was the liturgically coloured harness to connect to the helicopter. None of it needed. I was also carrying a small pharmaceutical store – none of it made the slightest difference. I continued to splutter, cough, bark and grumble. Great wedding tho’. And good to see the C of E responding openly, warmly and competently to a young couple who wanted to get married in church. Every bit as effective in its own way as many Alpha Courses.
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Sorry about that.
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Don’t you know about Jim Figgerty and the fig rolls – and the great Irish pre-occupation with the question of how de figs get into de fig rolls?
From across the pond:
I know what “wellies” are, but what does “bikkies” mean in Scotland?
I tried “define:bikkies” in Google, but only got the street slang meaning a.nd I don’t think that’s the meaning you meant, even though you do mention legal pharmaceuticals later. (Hope you are feeling better, by the way.)