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Welcome one and all to the MOFC.
Just a flying visit from me this evening, but I hope to look in later.
For the raffle I have:
Two bus tickets from Aberdeen to Edinburgh (used, but antiques of the future)
Six packets of Capri-Sun orange flavour (sell by date obliterated)
Four hanks of red embroidery silk (different batch numbers)
Welcome one and all to the MOFC.
Just a flying visit from me this evening, but I hope to look in later.
For the raffle I have:
Two bus tickets from Aberdeen to Edinburgh (used, but antiques of the future)
Six packets of Capri-Sun orange flavour (sell by date obliterated)
Four hanks of red embroidery silk (different batch numbers)
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.hello everyone.hope i'm not too late to contribute to the ryffli.
two night i can offer:
teapot with only slightly broken spout (po out through the hole in the side);
half done crossword from gardens' club;
set of plastic mixing bowls only slightly misshapen after being put into hot oven;
empty cointreau bottle passed to me by jogger jayne.
two night i can offer:
teapot with only slightly broken spout (po out through the hole in the side);
half done crossword from gardens' club;
set of plastic mixing bowls only slightly misshapen after being put into hot oven;
empty cointreau bottle passed to me by jogger jayne.
i have to go.
the raccoon business has totally screwed up my sunday plans, and i now have to get an early night.
thank you to everyone for your words of comfort - and a special thank you to flump for your company .. it was much needed.
i'll be back to my old self for next week, with ample donations towards the naff-all.
Q'apla! to you all.
the raccoon business has totally screwed up my sunday plans, and i now have to get an early night.
thank you to everyone for your words of comfort - and a special thank you to flump for your company .. it was much needed.
i'll be back to my old self for next week, with ample donations towards the naff-all.
Q'apla! to you all.
While listening on my AB phone
I caught words from the Castle blown.
A newcomer was shown around;
That much I could guess, aided by sound.
"There's Lie-In-King with his lever
Still busy on problems as ever.
Says: tailcocks and force are transmutable
And wrong Lady A's laws you thought immutable."
"Below, in the Moat, they work at full blast
And news are coming in thick and fast.
The latest tells of a Llama gun.
To be pelted is very poor fun.
We are wary with so much butchers steaks,
Those trolls are a pest—no mistake."
"Too bad, Sir Tony , they dimmed your renown
And turned your great plumbing upside down.
Now a long haired crank, Sunny dave by name,
Puts on the weather all the blame.
Says: tailcocks and force are transmutable
And wrong Lady A's laws you thought immutable."
"I am much too of a biker, my son,
For grasping schemes so finely spun.
Her followers are of stronger mind
And we are content to stay behind,
Perhaps we failed, but we did our best,
These buckets of mine may do the rest.
Come, LieInKing, I have finished my cup.
When is your friend Polar coming up."
"Oh, quoth Nungate, he is always late,
It would be useless to remonstrate."
Then silence—shuffle of soft slippered feet—
He knocks and—the bedlam of the street.
A bucket of Zapp please, Buttle, not the Deet.
I caught words from the Castle blown.
A newcomer was shown around;
That much I could guess, aided by sound.
"There's Lie-In-King with his lever
Still busy on problems as ever.
Says: tailcocks and force are transmutable
And wrong Lady A's laws you thought immutable."
"Below, in the Moat, they work at full blast
And news are coming in thick and fast.
The latest tells of a Llama gun.
To be pelted is very poor fun.
We are wary with so much butchers steaks,
Those trolls are a pest—no mistake."
"Too bad, Sir Tony , they dimmed your renown
And turned your great plumbing upside down.
Now a long haired crank, Sunny dave by name,
Puts on the weather all the blame.
Says: tailcocks and force are transmutable
And wrong Lady A's laws you thought immutable."
"I am much too of a biker, my son,
For grasping schemes so finely spun.
Her followers are of stronger mind
And we are content to stay behind,
Perhaps we failed, but we did our best,
These buckets of mine may do the rest.
Come, LieInKing, I have finished my cup.
When is your friend Polar coming up."
"Oh, quoth Nungate, he is always late,
It would be useless to remonstrate."
Then silence—shuffle of soft slippered feet—
He knocks and—the bedlam of the street.
A bucket of Zapp please, Buttle, not the Deet.