Friday, May 23, 2008

Back to the Bloggerhood

I just returned from taking WT and Elspeth to the airport,
so things are very quiet around the manor without our two
exuberant ones. I have much to catch up on in the
bloggerhood and will be around to your place today for a
visit, so put the tea kettle on!


  1. Aha well you know you'd get a godd cuppa at my place...Earl Grey, PG Tips or Herbal my lady!

  2. Earl Grey, please, with plenty of the latest gossip! ;)

  3. Laundry is the best thing to do while blogging! Lucky you to have lots of each to do! :)

  4. PG tips for me too.
    We also have guests and are rather frazzled........
    Happy weekend

  5. The kettle is on! Now wouldn't that be nice. Catching up over a cup of tea, scones, brambleberry jam and cream.

  6. Please put on some strong black tea on for me. I'm listening.

  7. There's always a kettle on at the Tea Society...You have been greatly missed, Willow..Blogdom has not been the same with you gone...Welcome back!

  8. Thank you for stopping by today. I know the lovely feeling of returning home to a quiet house. The quiet is nice, as is the memory of having it full of laughter and other happy noise. Sounds like you have the best of two worlds.

  9. What'll it be? Lapsang Souchong? Darjeeling? Or Jasmine Green?

    There's honey and lemon, and milk if you like.

    And please, do take some shortbread, I baked it myself!

  10. Nice to see you back! The kettle is on almost permanently here of course as we Brits have tea for blood.

    P G Tips? Oh dear me, no. I was in Sri Lanka a couple of years ago and visited the tea plantations. The stuff they sweep off the floor once the drying and grading has finished is what ends up in the teabags ... urp.

    A good box of Twinings Earl Grey - that's what you need. And, don't forget, MUST be boiling water and the milk goes in AFTER the tea!


  11. would good french coffee do? and some lemon cake? out in the garden would be delightful :)
    your friend, bird tweet robin from down the road


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