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Friday 27 November 2020

For sure I know age...

 creepeth upon me.  Fair bitten me on the bum.  No, no it is not the big pink knickers, elasticated legs notwithstanding.  



It is the sudden and unforeseen desire (I use the term loosely)... for of all things...


plaice.  

The food I had hitherto regarded as the food of the gummy godless, china choppers to a man.

Does this mean I am officially  in Tear 3 of decrepitude, I idly wonder?

16 comments:

  1. Well, having seen that photo and read of your craving, it seems I am joining you. I really, really, really fancy some tasty, fresh fish. Drooling indeed. I might have to drive down to Looe harbour and make a purchase from Pengelly's shop in a few days, after lockdown ends. Yum, yum, yum.

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    1. The fish here in Ludlow is far superior to the fish I used to buy when we lived on the Kent coast... the channel I suppose?

      LX

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  2. If those Bloomers come in 5X I take a couple. I'll pay the postage! Lol

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    1. One pair to pack and one pair as a sail I suppose?

      LX

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    1. Good for you, which bit the plaice or the BPKs?

      LX

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    1. You’re obviously not a cheap date then Thelma!

      LX

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  5. The acid test for age is a visit to a supermarket - can you walk down the "baby food" aisle without stopping to investigate those yummy-looking Gerber jars of mashed prunes & broccoli?

    I used to think that age worked in the wrong direction, but these days I am not so sure - can you imagine how dangerous we'd all be, knowing what we know now in our dotage, but with young bodies?

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    1. Aah yes, young bodies, I have oft been heard to grumble how I wish I realised what a knock-out bod I must have had. Adding if I’d only known I would have saved quids by never wearing a stitch... It pays to advertise and all that jazz. And as for the years of swotting and slog at the school of hard won knowledge what a blooming ball we would all have had? Fast tracking through time with our nubile bods what a blast... I’ve come over all unnecessary at the thought...

      LX

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  6. I think I must be going backwards! When I was a small child I absolutely loved plaice and it was the only fish I would eat, apart from fish fingers (obviously).

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    1. Oh dear! Goujons of plaice here we come...

      LX

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  7. Is Plaice the only fish that counts? Don't you like fish? Am I missing the point? Does that mean I'm old too? Personally I think big knickers are the old lady giveaway! Mine are huge ;D x

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    1. All fish I adore, now even plaice, which having reached the giddy heights of my twilight years I always thought was the fish of old folk. You know the sort, the fish that allows you to pop your china-choppers in the glass beside the bed and still manage to chew...
      I have a fear of waking up one morning to find my desire lies in the appeal of the capricious confines of big pink drawers. I can’t sleep at night for worrying that under cover of darkness they creep up and bite me on the bum...

      LX

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  8. Or is it a craving for freshness at this time of year?
    I wonder what us veggies are supposed to crave?😄

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