Just looked and it’s also available at Asda. There are a few different ones flavour wise.Will look out for it! There’s a posh farm shop up the road - maybe they might have it.
I’m the only one who eats avocados on the regular in my house
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Avocado - I definitely think I’ve fallen out of love with it at home tbh outside of having it as guacamole? But would very likely get it with a poached egg if I was out for brunch, which is incredibly basic isn’t it
Just came back from the hearing test and we’re all a bit battered from what a disaster the whole thing was, attempt 5 due next month. Apparently the equipment doesn’t work it baby makes a noise which feels like a huge design flaw?!
Avocado - I definitely think I’ve fallen out of love with it at home tbh outside of having it as guacamole? But would very likely get it with a poached egg if I was out for brunch, which is incredibly basic isn’t it
Just came back from the hearing test and we’re all a bit battered from what a disaster the whole thing was, attempt 5 due next month. Apparently the equipment doesn’t work it baby makes a noise which feels like a huge design flaw?!
I don’t like avocadoI don't like the mouthfeel() of unmashed avocado - slimy on the outside, lumpy on the inside bleugh. Mash it up good and I'm into it though - ooh, perhaps I should try it blended?
Fraus - just got an email from Deliveroo which says September is now EAT IN TO HELP OUT! Hurrah, more takeaways and less corona!
Oh no @heretoreaditall2019 - that’s frustrating for you. I really can’t remember my youngest’s hearing test - I think the health visitor did it at home and it was a non-event? But yes - what a massive design flaw - so it’s reliant on the baby being asleep / quiet? Surely that’s all just chance! Hopefully next time it will go smoothly for you.
I love avocado toast. Also do the marmite thing, often with some Tabasco shaken over 
Not had it for ages though as the quality of them has been pretty poor the last few times I've picked them up.
Not had it for ages though as the quality of them has been pretty poor the last few times I've picked them up.
Look what I got, meine fraus! FANCY toasties await. #heavyinfluenced
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Evening fraus.
Bizarrely JM inspired me to have rice for tea but I dished up before it was properly ready and once I sat down I realised it was undercooked. I should lie and say it was still lip smackingly orgasmic but it wasn’t. Oh well. I’ll have some crisps later!
Not wanting to get told off on the mother, but thought i’d share my favourite poem, which is about the dreaded black dog that plagues some of us here.
And for lols, I don’t remember my son’s hearing test unfortunately but when he was teeny weeny and the HV lugged her scales in to my show home clean front room while the rest of the house threatened to explode out of assorted cupboards, my son decided to wait until he was naked to do a projectile stream of poo that went up her sleeve while she squealed in disgust. He hated being naked and would scream until he was sick usually. Ah, memories.
Bizarrely JM inspired me to have rice for tea but I dished up before it was properly ready and once I sat down I realised it was undercooked. I should lie and say it was still lip smackingly orgasmic but it wasn’t. Oh well. I’ll have some crisps later!
Not wanting to get told off on the mother, but thought i’d share my favourite poem, which is about the dreaded black dog that plagues some of us here.
And for lols, I don’t remember my son’s hearing test unfortunately but when he was teeny weeny and the HV lugged her scales in to my show home clean front room while the rest of the house threatened to explode out of assorted cupboards, my son decided to wait until he was naked to do a projectile stream of poo that went up her sleeve while she squealed in disgust. He hated being naked and would scream until he was sick usually. Ah, memories.
I have a head that's filled with lyrics rather than poetry, however I really love Good Bones, by Maggie Smith
Those poems are amazing.Evening fraus.
Bizarrely JM inspired me to have rice for tea but I dished up before it was properly ready and once I sat down I realised it was undercooked. I should lie and say it was still lip smackingly orgasmic but it wasn’t. Oh well. I’ll have some crisps later!
Not wanting to get told off on the mother, but thought i’d share my favourite poem, which is about the dreaded black dog that plagues some of us here.
And for lols, I don’t remember my son’s hearing test unfortunately but when he was teeny weeny and the HV lugged her scales in to my show home clean front room while the rest of the house threatened to explode out of assorted cupboards, my son decided to wait until he was naked to do a projectile stream of poo that went up her sleeve while she squealed in disgust. He hated being naked and would scream until he was sick usually. Ah, memories.
I just saw that the author died of leukaemia before she turned fifty.
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Not actually about mental health but I always feel that Dylan Thomas brings it in this about overcoming the darkest hours (actually about his blind father) but apt: https://poets.org/poem/do-not-go-gentle-good-night
Love the new thread title.
There was talk on last thread about South Indian food, there is a family favourite one near me, much used for family gatherings, not only is the food good but we have a number of pescatarians and vegetarians in our midst and they are well catered for.
On a visit a couple of years ago they proudly mentioned that they had been reviewed by Jay Raynor in The Guardian. It's a little triangulating but I'll share it.
www.theguardian.com
There was talk on last thread about South Indian food, there is a family favourite one near me, much used for family gatherings, not only is the food good but we have a number of pescatarians and vegetarians in our midst and they are well catered for.
On a visit a couple of years ago they proudly mentioned that they had been reviewed by Jay Raynor in The Guardian. It's a little triangulating but I'll share it.
Koconut Grove, Chester: ‘a little gem’ – restaurant review
Where would we be without the nation’s late-night curry houses? Hungry and fed up, says Jay Rayner
www.theguardian.com
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I love South Indian food. There is a decent one round the corner from me but I haven’t been there in ages. Edit to say I just checked their menu and a dosa is £9!
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I love poetry. Mostly sad, gruff, yearning poems about life being a huge disappointment (super cheery right ). I love this one, by Roddy Lumsden.
). I love this one, by Roddy Lumsden.I don't know much of his work - but that's beautiful. He seemed like a lovely man, by all accounts, it's so sad.I love poetry. Mostly sad, gruff, yearning poems about life being a huge disappointment (super cheery right
Oh, fraus. You deep and gentle souls.
I’ve not read any of those poems apart from the Dylan Thomas one before.
Loved them.
I’ve not read any of those poems apart from the Dylan Thomas one before.
Loved them.
Death talk - "Do not stand at my grave and weep" by Mary Frye is a beautiful poem. I love the idea that even when we're gone, we can live on in a way through the most innocuous things, if only because the sight of them reminds someone of us
Definitely not the right interpretation of the poem but I always imagine it as a story, where the sights in the poem each spark a memory in a different loved one of the person who's passed away, and the spirit of that person is wanting them all to remember those happy times and be at peace , and go out and about in the world rather, rather than come and stand at their grave and focus on them being gone
Definitely not the right interpretation of the poem but I always imagine it as a story, where the sights in the poem each spark a memory in a different loved one of the person who's passed away, and the spirit of that person is wanting them all to remember those happy times and be at peace , and go out and about in the world rather, rather than come and stand at their grave and focus on them being gone
I'm a MacCaig stan, as I said on the MT, and your post made me think of this, which is very special to me - but [CN] it's about the warring feelings you have about bereavement, the bitterness as well as the beauty you describe.
Memorial by Norman MacCaig - Scottish Poetry Library
Everywhere she dies. Everywhere I go she dies. / No sunrise, no city square, no lurking beautiful mountain / but has her death in...
www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk
Oh my godI'm a MacCaig stan, as I said on the MT, and your post made me think of this, which is very special to me - but [CN] it's about the warring feelings you have about bereavement, the bitterness as well as the beauty you describe.
Memorial by Norman MacCaig - Scottish Poetry Library
Everywhere she dies. Everywhere I go she dies. / No sunrise, no city square, no lurking beautiful mountain / but has her death in...
I KNOW! I'M SORRY! I'M GOING TO BED NOW!Oh my god
It’s absolutely beautiful. ‘No crocus is carved more gently than the way her dying shapes my mind.’
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