tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post8530990384345349828..comments2023-11-03T12:31:51.669+00:00Comments on Country Lite: Trolley DollyMillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967731998504496807noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-65152940645099753832008-05-01T21:08:00.000+01:002008-05-01T21:08:00.000+01:00what a hoot, Milla, and caught red-handed of cours...what a hoot, Milla, and caught red-handed of course. I love the idea of using a wine bottle as a rolling pin. Perfect Post. Made me laugh out loud. M :-)A Mother's Place is in the Wronghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12383766405951386903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-50332282509098425852008-04-30T20:57:00.000+01:002008-04-30T20:57:00.000+01:00All too horribly familiar!All too horribly familiar!Exmoorjanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09230395732150659356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-66900327576649639982008-04-29T20:43:00.000+01:002008-04-29T20:43:00.000+01:00what about...'I discovered a marvellous side effec...what about...'I discovered a marvellous side effect of my aduki bean and hemp stew the other night! we were at it for hours - and I mean HOURS - someone should do some research on the viagra properties of Aduki beans!'<BR/><BR/>there. That should do it!<BR/>PigxPig in the Kitchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10631525119816074013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-73131635404867412802008-04-29T12:06:00.000+01:002008-04-29T12:06:00.000+01:00Mst excellent, dear Milla. You never fail. You co...Mst excellent, dear Milla. You never fail. You conjure a wonderful, sharply observed, picture of our fretful life. Does anyone care if you open the door with floury wine bottle in hand. Here we us vodka to clean the print head on the printing machine. Most people will accept purposes as medicinal, but engineering? Let the sneerers sneer. I think you pay them back in spades.<BR/>Did you know you can feed a family of four for a year on an acre of land if you grow (aduki?) beans?Fenniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377814681496294457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-77300043008606614442008-04-28T10:19:00.000+01:002008-04-28T10:19:00.000+01:00A very funny post & to Hell with aduki beans!A very funny post & to Hell with aduki beans!Maggie Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06183886005936250976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-46725870818622731732008-04-28T03:05:00.000+01:002008-04-28T03:05:00.000+01:00Milla honey, such a wonderful humerous post, and c...Milla honey, such a wonderful humerous post, and congratulations on your awards.<BR/><BR/>Loathe supermarkets, usually wheels on trolley want to go completely the opposite way to the way you want to go. Can never forget the time I went to Supermarket with Son, he did'nt need a loud speaker.... "mumsy, what colour toilet rolls do you want".! Camilla quickly hiding underneath counter and trying to look invisible.<BR/><BR/>Camilla.xxCAMILLAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04741990891794651299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-788104569496372282008-04-27T22:30:00.000+01:002008-04-27T22:30:00.000+01:00Eeeeek Milla life is so damn cruel isn't it. I got...Eeeeek Milla life is so damn cruel isn't it. I got tutted at in a supermarket once because I opened a packet of biscuits and bribed the kids into contented co-operation - they were happy I was happy . . it was QUIET . . . TUTTTTTTTT . . .sigh . . .Westerwitch/Headmistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08956764463959607416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-67669633822500767402008-04-27T21:02:00.000+01:002008-04-27T21:02:00.000+01:00Poor Milla,My MIL once unloaded my entire trolley ...Poor Milla,<BR/>My MIL once unloaded my entire trolley onto the conveyor in the supermarket and commented on every item, saying loudly "well I've got that, you could have had mine if you'd asked" and "what did you buy that for, you know I have some" (we don't live in the same house)It made me wish I'd bought tons of condoms.....Frog in the Fieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09990222544828204911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-7875870442543499702008-04-27T12:33:00.000+01:002008-04-27T12:33:00.000+01:00I've not had this problem yet. But I've already de...I've not had this problem yet. But I've already decided that when I need to, I'm going to claim to be shopping for my elderly mother-in-law. That should fix 'em.Sasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13697836741843809088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-61336550018038698722008-04-26T20:27:00.000+01:002008-04-26T20:27:00.000+01:00Black turtle beans? Sound vile and ghastly. Is 14 ...Black turtle beans? Sound vile and ghastly. Is 14 units acceptable then? I had to answer a nurse's questionnaire recently and guessed at 15 being reasonably ok, while having no idea of the reality of my guzzling. Oh deary me. <BR/>I keep buying custard doughnuts. They are almost 100% fake dairy gloop and cholesterol-saturated wheaty/yeasty poison, but I do love them for breakfast.Kittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05378174162151683519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-49427204628010978162008-04-26T15:24:00.000+01:002008-04-26T15:24:00.000+01:00Love your 'knees and beaks' we call them 'eyeballs...Love your 'knees and beaks' we call them 'eyeballs and bogeys' here - the stuff of suspect sausages.Chris Stovellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03741359642268813093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-333337385049194352008-04-26T04:16:00.000+01:002008-04-26T04:16:00.000+01:00So here's what you do next time you're caught with...So here's what you do next time you're caught with the bargain basement in your trolley - shove the trolley away at great speed and pretend someone piece of white trash (for that is what they surely must be) has just left it there. If you're in a "bad" aisle, just pretend you're looking for child/edward or someone else who has wandered off with your trolley stashed full of organic, over-priced rubbish.<BR/>How do I know this? Erm, well..., Oh, bedtime!Expat mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17798190669591053390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-79204682458482884102008-04-25T22:29:00.000+01:002008-04-25T22:29:00.000+01:00I have been known to lay a child across my trolley...I have been known to lay a child across my trolley to disguise its contents.the mother of this lothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04173598381711792094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-3667880180425162832008-04-25T10:23:00.000+01:002008-04-25T10:23:00.000+01:00Stupid damn blogger deleted my post. Grr. Etc.What...Stupid damn blogger deleted my post. Grr. Etc.<BR/><BR/>What was I saying. Oh yes, great post. And... oh... I have no qualms about what I put into my trolley. Laugh at my obsession with pitta bread. Point and gasp in amazement at the bottle of wine. <BR/><BR/>Sod it. I'm young and poor. I have to have my little treats occasionally.nuttycowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10404690160646306404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-41541513143249160882008-04-25T10:21:00.000+01:002008-04-25T10:21:00.000+01:00Great post Milla! I have no such guilty feelings a...Great post Milla! I have no such guilty feelings about the shite that I put in my basket. I'm young, I'm poor, baked beans it is.nuttycowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10404690160646306404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-28507175828655111832008-04-25T01:55:00.000+01:002008-04-25T01:55:00.000+01:00Oh Milla, I do wish that you could come to my mark...Oh Milla, I do wish that you could come to my market ... almost any time is rush hour, and to use a trolly is to court disaster.<BR/><BR/>Much safer to use the little plastic basket with the two metal hangers that go over your wrist, arm, or shift between both.<BR/><BR/>The market is a complete zoo, where manners are nice and appreciated, but not really expected. There are never any sales, but in general the popularity of the place makes its prices pretty good for New York and all of its produce very fresh.<BR/><BR/>There is even an upstairs where dwelleth the organic stuff. I cannot climb the stairs or take the every-so-often elevator unless I am forces to shop organic for some shop function.<BR/><BR/>Elbows are at the aggressive angle at this market, especially amongst the old ladies. (I watch them, knowing that I must train to become one of their bunch.)<BR/><BR/>I have been shopping at this place for so long that I know most of the staff and shop managers, and have actually learned quite a lot from them, that has helped me at my shop.<BR/><BR/>The check out lines are another experience. If you have a trolley, you are required to go to one of about twelve potential lines to a bright cashier, but if you have one of those plastic baskets with the wire handles, you can just zoooom through the express lane (twelve items max) and be out the door in no time.<BR/><BR/>Just across the street is the Beacon Theater, site of many entertainments including the filming, a year or so ago, of the Scorcese film of the Rolling Stones. While that was all going on (even with some of those camera seeking Clintons inside) the rest of us were just inside the market looking for broccoli, shallots, butter, eggs, fresh pasta, turmeric, chicken, fresh fish, whatever we need to feed on.<BR/><BR/>See what you got me to write, dear Milla?<BR/><BR/>xoFranceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08352407314710067616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-27300649231889489152008-04-24T22:51:00.000+01:002008-04-24T22:51:00.000+01:00Milla, I am just so impressed you've only lived th...Milla, I am just so impressed you've only lived there 2 years and you actually meet someone you know in a supermarket, and to bump into two people, that's just showing off. <BR/>Six years in this village and I still don't know anyone. Billy no mates that's me.Norma Murrayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12403421235388770309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-36612359977043080862008-04-24T21:00:00.000+01:002008-04-24T21:00:00.000+01:00I suggest you just throw the phrase 'organic veget...I suggest you just throw the phrase 'organic vegetable box' into your next conversation with her Milla. That way you can trump her supermarket shopping as mass consumer, non-fairtrade, and over-priced without even needing to point any of this out. And the vegetables in your trolley? Oh, just topping up, darling. We get through so many veggies in our house - can't think why, but the kids love them! (And she'll never need to know the frozen pea truth...)Potty Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04751869800592294891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-69928762593424455242008-04-24T20:36:00.000+01:002008-04-24T20:36:00.000+01:00LOL - aduki beans?? they sound disgustingly healt...LOL - aduki beans?? they sound disgustingly healthy - no thanks :)softintheheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01365562754859033869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-16768324015144227922008-04-24T19:14:00.000+01:002008-04-24T19:14:00.000+01:00I was recently seen sharing A SINGLE BEER with thr...I was recently seen sharing A SINGLE BEER with three other people and immediately judged to be hung-over the next day, which just happened to coincide with a bund of food poisoning. How insulting is that? I wish I could have had your wine bottle rolling pin to thump the offender over the head. Call me the next time HNW shows up at the door. We'll drag her in for a round of wine, bad beer and stuff her mouth full of chocolate faster than she can turn it into SEX.Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05301635466561126804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-16596346605405386002008-04-24T18:06:00.000+01:002008-04-24T18:06:00.000+01:00Oh I have been there, you must have been watching....Oh I have been there, you must have been watching.Fortunately or possibly not, husband is even keener on odd bargains than I am and will return with vats of gherkins, or , more promisingly, three for two wine offers.<BR/>I have a friend whose shopping and house is so perfect I have had to move a hundred miles away, then I can love her as I should.Elizabeth Musgravehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09473705107636868753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-67270880854670099962008-04-24T17:58:00.000+01:002008-04-24T17:58:00.000+01:00That was a very funny post. Thank you! Flick xThat was a very funny post. Thank you! Flick xDusty Spiderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06422088766499401074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-1588152217408031382008-04-24T16:39:00.000+01:002008-04-24T16:39:00.000+01:00Aduki beans yuk. Tried to match your healthiness ...Aduki beans yuk. Tried to match your healthiness and served them up to Easter squatters, i mean guests recently. "A little bland" said guest (un)politely.DevonLifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10771725641771199612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-20008743100437177292008-04-24T16:28:00.000+01:002008-04-24T16:28:00.000+01:00Oh you do make me laugh! Aduki beans even...maybe ...Oh you do make me laugh! Aduki beans even...maybe you could tell Mrs HNW that you are doing market research for a very important magazine!?Elizabethdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02405703727112759947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561630962952236138.post-4807233637648173622008-04-24T16:18:00.000+01:002008-04-24T16:18:00.000+01:00Oh, Milla, you sound like a girl after my own hear...Oh, Milla, you sound like a girl after my own heart in the supermarket - starting off, all good intentions over in the fruit and veg aisles, then being lured by way of the flashing bogoff signs to the 'reduced' shelves, a trail of hapless elbowed-out-the-way pensioners in my wake... <BR/><BR/>I do, however, possess not one, but two rolling pins - a thick one for shortcrust and a thin one for biscuits - so am unlikely to be caught on the hop with a floury wine bottle and some Green & Blacks in the middle of the afternoon. Ok, perhaps I am. But would you like me to send you said spare rolling pin? (perhaps you could beat HNW over the head with it when she appears at the door, thus dispatching any possible witness to your shopping shame?)<BR/><BR/>xxLITTLE BROWN DOGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752176955139690523noreply@blogger.com