You, roast chicken and I

Time flies so bloody fast that I can't really recall what I've done in the past. One thing I remember and would remain closely in heart when 7 years ago I used to cook every day with me bare hands. I could cook all sorts of stuffs and of course our favourite would be roast chicken and spag bol. We had that every flipping week and weekend. We did roasting every weekend and most of the time would be chicken. Well it is part of the English custom to have roast every Soondayy. It is bloody easy to make traditional English roast chicken🍗. You sprinkle all the herbs without salt and shove it in the oven for an hour. The taste is always smashing! Whenever we had guests local or abroad our roast chicken would be on the table straight away. They loved it with roast spuds, carrots 🥕 and parsnip. I could tell you lot that we were good in cooking. Guests would lick the gravy off the plate! They would remind me how good the roast chicken was even after years they had had it. We were l

Fav Film. Do I have one?

Don't really watch movies nowadays. With Netflix gets in the way that makes life much easier without a thought of asking people to come along or watch them on your own. Get bored with the same shitty old remakes, villain and plot.  They'd start with something good for about half hour, villain appears, lose in battles but get up to fight and all is well at the end of it. But hey my favourite could be Bend It Like Beckham. Watched it many times. Didn't know why I was so into it. O yea I did like Ms Knightly at that point and I think I would watch her in every movie that she was in. There must be something else that had driven me to watch it so many times. Couldn't be me dreaming to become a footie player no way! Not my cuppa tea at all! I am so lady like so I guess that must be the actors. I liked it when Jess was having a strop with Knightly! Or probably about two besties trynna get a place to be in a footie team. Speaking of which, I used to like football a lot! B

Eeerie Scary-gery

I've had a foonny feeling about an unwelcome bit in my precious bod.  I knew it ages ago, got a bit scared but I dun nuthin about it.  But I'm not gonna go into that again.  I thought I would do it IF I got a bumpy tummy as I wouldn't want to scare my lil offspring.  Well, a know it doesn't make sense as if the lil fella/lass would understand if I feed em with a scar on it or it would interfere my milk duct.  Well you never  know.  But so far it doesn't happen..... yet... and I think I better do something before anything coming on to my plate.  It rocked my world when I felt it again in January.  It was still there, and I had to ask few people about it. They said, REMOVE IT!!!  Well I don't really need to use three exclamation marks, I am just exaggerating.  I even called the woman who had me 9 months in her tum, and she said go for it.  So I shot off to my GP in a jiffy and had it done! Well I only had to wait a few weeks before the scary-gery. I dunno...the

New tops and bo'oms!

I fookin love the sales! It's always in me head and I waste no time when sale rings the bell! hahhahahaha. But fookin good sales come just one-off and you won't get anything be'er if you miss it.  Yea I'm talking about designer sales and not about closing down sales.  Closing down sales have become a culture and are so common to pull the gooeey buyers like me.  It's fookin foony coz they never close down even after years of sales.  That's what I thought initially and I took it seriously! LOL!  Yea the 'billboard' says closing down but you never shut you fookin store.  *smack me forehead* . Don't be daft, pottymouth! They're having a laugh!! They've fooled you, literally!!  But they are genuine sometimes.  Plus I don't give a monkey if they're not.  What could you possibly lose with a tenner or a fiver tops and bo'oms?  I even bought a 2 quid knitwear the other day from Tesco.  I've got no complaint! A know that I am still rec

Bosoms of the day

There are women in the world who literally do not know how to give a little bit of attention to their titties. They could feel a bit left out as we women normally give a sausage about face and hair.  A bit unfair for titties coz they are always underneath our fancy tops.  It's just because we don't have to take our humps out and stay where they are, that doesn't mean we have to abandon 'em.  I'm speaking for myself tho.  I often check my property before I lock my case.  I am aware of stuffs sometimes.  I get scared. But hey, sometimes I miss my daily check up too. A visit to my GP few weeks ago triggered my worries and awareness of my titties.  I waited in the lounge and came across a leaflet about titties anatomy diagram.  I rolled my eyes and still lurking around any leaflet that caught my eyes.  Well I would stick to this one about titties diagram.  How on earth do I not know that?! That's not very clever of me.  Yea I read that carefully and there were coup

thy love that I love....

To the man who knows me like a book, and somehow eats the things I cook... To the man who puts up with my every whim... and makes up when I'm mad at him.. To the man who sees me when I'm not a beauty... To the man who assists with household duties... and when our budget's out of whack, he somehow gets us back on track... To the man who is my helper, partner and advisor, To the man who is also a nice surpriser.... the one I rely on, whatever the weather... I never know I would be so chuffed in life. I see rainbow in a big way ahead me.  There are so many colors  next to each other.  I have all of them.  Each color shines my life.   It's a blessed relief when you finally find someone that you could share your love with.  It's like the years are shaping up to be a happy moment of your life.  I am overjoyed for what I've been given.  We've got love,  some roofs on our head, a bit of nosh and dosh, a cinema to go to,  take-aways if we just want to wind up, a li


....................................  thought she was kiddin' me.  Thought she was winding me up to see whether I've got the ball to stop her.  I thought it wasn't true and I didn't want to believe it.  It's hard to believe it.  She kept banging on and on about shifting her arse to somewhere else.  But I haven't got a clue about the whole situation.  The situation where she couldn't be arsed to stay longer to serve her sweat and blood. We're not elated anymore being there.  It's really get on our nerve seeing people bossing around right under our noses.  Everything has changed ever since the colony sets their foot on our territory.  The regime hasn't worked on us.  They're doin' jack, we're doing a lot of shit.  We feel like we've been pushed to the back door.  Sometimes we are like little androids waiting for orders and being grounded in an awful cellar.  And it's not the same anymore.  I thought she's alrite with it.