Thank you, Sandy.
I’ll make some nominations of my own when I get home again.
Have you gone, Z?
If so, I knmow you’d hate to come back to hundreds of comments here.
So I shall do my best to discourage people.
Take your point, Dave.
Well done, Sir B.
Well, naughty anyway.
Right, we’re through the first day of Z’s holiday, and so far everyone has been very good, for there are only 11 comments.
Well, twelve now, of course.
Wherever you are have fun!
I just wanted to reassure everyone that I am still not leaving pointless comments.
That’s the spirit.
It’s Wednesday now, and I’m just checking that no-one has been silly overnight.
Quiet here, isn’t it?
Hello hello, weather in Bologna 17C & heavy rain showers… poor the Z!
Was my last not quite pointless enough? Soz!
Friday & on has 22C & sunny… will she come back sunblushed??
My word verification last comment was ‘sumptier’- how lovely! This time it’s ‘colec’, which is not so nice. Anyone else?
Weeza, you appear to have misunderstood.
Mind you, for a dog you’re not doing bad.
Typing with paws can’t be easy.
no porcine jokes here- that would really wind up Z
Sty’m to trotter out pandemic puns
Pundemic! Ham-fisted of me
This kind of low-quality driv will drive the Z hog-wild! 😀
Dave, is this boar-ing enough? [returns to snoozing in the porch]
Ah no, you misunderstand me. Z has made some imaginary pork pies for the cricket match on Saturday (she’s taken on the task of tea-lady, although I’ve given her the title of catering manager). They should be in the frezer.
Trot(ter) off and have an imaginary look, will you?
Getting warm in the porch! it was nice to stick my head in the freezer but all there was was soleros and aunt bessie’s yorkshire puddings. shocker! ate a solero… ham-tastic!
I appear to have an impersonator. Please ignore all weeza posts.
Hmm. No soleros in my frezer. Trot over her with one will you? Good doggie.
Trot over here, I meant to say.
Oh, and the lack of porkpies is a bit of a worry. I’m sure the team will be disappointed.
Oh well, perhaps you’ll warm up the aunt bessie’s yorkshire puddings for us.
What on earth is going on around here? I go away for a few days and I find you’re all making friends with each other without me. Weeza, the pork pies are in the freezer in the box marked offal, to put Ro and the Sage off the scent, because if they knew they were there, they would eat them. There are also Stilton and cheddar sandwiches. I left the crusts on because that’s the nicest part of the bread.
I trust everything is going well with you all and that the internets are not falling apart without me to take care of you all.
Oh, and who is Aunt Bessie?
The weather has its ups and downs, but sunshine has been seen and I have indulged in an open-air jacuzzi. Pity I didn’t think to bring a cozzie. Oh knickers, as I said at the time.
See you soon, darlings.
Oh, and Dave rather optimistically tells me he doesn’t want me to feel I have to prepare anything elaborate for lunch. I am strangely more unnerved by this than anything else.
Bologna has a thunderstorm right now. °sigh°
Oops Tilly, you’ve been rumbled. Glad I didn’t get involved in any of this.
mother, you’re never open-air jacuzziing in italy sans apparel? i believe the phrase in italian is “nudo come un verme”… try it out on a native
oh good grief, there’s not going to be a calendar is there?!
glad you’re having a lovely time! saves me texting you 😉 xx
*tail b’twixt legs*
Ooooh. We could have a cricket club calendar.
*Looks at team*
I see, Dave, you are not abiding by the ‘every team has photo!’ rule, praps wait until something is won… With prizes awarded for the quality of teas, will Z beat the team to the honours?
I’m not sure that a nude calendar would be a good idea though.
Gorgeous sunshine here today – it seems the Italians know how to get decent weather on a Bank Holiday. I’ve been in the jacuzzi again. Don’t be absurd, Weeza, I was not overlooked, it was on the roof and the men were not allowed to join us. One of them took a photo, however.
Welcome home. It’s been quite hot here the last few days.
Hello folks, I’m home.
I’m just beginning to miss her.
Well? Where is the post, telling us all about it?
It takes a while for zsickness to kick in, but once it has, it’s a most debilitating ailment. Seems I’ve come home just in time.
I’m building up anticipation, Dave. Most sadly, the photo of me in the jacuzzi was not taken on a digital camera, so I won’t be able to post it here.
I’m sure you will be happy to know that some of us behaved ourselves while you were gone. Welcome back.
60 comments are better?
Ann, thank you.
D’oh. Sorry, anyone object to a prime number?
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