It’s time for the Hop On /Off bus. Off they go to hop off at Chinatown and walk up to Covent Garden.
They got off at Chinatown and saw a pub that called to them.
Off they went to Covent Garden. They had to see where James Bowen and Streetcat Bob had been busking the Big Issue magazine. Since those times James and Streetcat Bob have accomplished a lot. These two former street guys are financially secure and can buy stuff they never ever thought they could at one time.
Mom was in her glory and bought Harrods Tea….Afternoon Blend Then it was over to the food halls for a peek at the fancy foods. Mom saw a sandwich she just had to have. It was two pieces of rye bread with butter, a cooked thinly sliced beet, smoked salmon, cut thinly and a few bean sprouts on top. The sandwich was cut in fours…just the way mom likes. Mom offered half to dad, who wrinkled up his nose but mom insisted as they should always be open to new ideas. Dad took a quarter and loved it so much he ate the other quarter.
Mom wanted to buy something from Harrods other than just the tea, so decided to buy some perfume. It cost more than the ready cash they had. So dad would have to pull out more loot. Dad disappeared to stand alone by a wall so he could get at his money belt. A store security man went over and told him there was none of that in this store. The security man thought dad was playing with himself….what a hoot! Dad had to explain what he was trying to do without turning red with embarrassment. MOL After purchasing the perfume our travellers went back to the hotel with their treasures.
Mom explained to dad that she needed her furs washed but the sink was as big as her face. Dad said never fear, he will help. So dad shampooed and used conditioner on mom’s fur. Trouble is he didn’t get all the soap and conditioner out…a very difficult task. So mom happily was walking around with a half pound of shampoo in her fur. I sound like Shoko don’t I? Let’s get the drama queen in here to explain the next chore of moms. Thanks Kali. Mom told dad she needed a bath also but the bathtub was too deep, she couldn’t step into it. The bathtub was an old-fashioned tub but with handrails on each side of the tub. The back didn’t go straight but was more like a slide. A funny looking tub to mom. Dad helped mom and she slid down the back of the tub and landed with a plop….kinda hard on the butt she said. Yet here she was with water and soap. The inside of the tub was indented the shape of her legs and butt. There was a problem because of these indentations she couldn’t lift her swollen legs but the water felt so good. A helping paw from dad and she was out and never wanted back in ever again. MOL
So sorry about the quality of the photo…think mom had too much tea before shooting the picture. Do you see the grooves? Well shampoo head and her mate, Helpful Harry, drifted off to sleep very quickly.
Next installment involves a train ride up country.
We have a treat for our friends today. An interview with Ling-Ling, the beautiful Siamese cat from Elaine Faber’s series on Mrs. Agnes Odboddy. The first book is called : Mrs. Odboddy: Hometown Patriot. This lady is so sweet and harmless looking but watch out citizens of Newbury. Ling- Ling, what a unique name. What does it mean? Who really knows? It could mean, ‘who put broccoli in my bowl?’ Or, ‘someone is sleeping in my chair.’ A rose by any other name… Mrs. Odboddy can call me anything, as long as she calls me to dinner…
From my understanding, it wasn’t your choice to live with Agnes Odboddy. What was your first reaction when you met Mrs. Odboddy? Agnes rescued me when Lily Jengu and her family went to the Japanese Internment Camp. My first thought was relief that I wouldn’t be homeless. Second thought was, no more sushi and fish soup. Now, I’d have to eat ox tails and kidneys. I had no idea cow innards were so tasty.
What kind of lovin’ does Mrs. Odboddy give? She seems so busy searching for Nazi spies and evil plots against the war effort, one must wonder if her cream still rises to the top. Mrs. Odboddy isn’t exactly the ‘lovin’ type.’ She is too busy rolling bandages, collecting cans, volunteering at the Ration Office and on the Coast Watch or chasing bad guys.
What happened with those chickies? Is it true you jumped in and killed a chicken? You, a beautiful cross-eyed Siamese would kill a chicken? What happened to it? Now, I ask you? What self-respecting Siamese killing-machine would allow six chickens to reside in the bathroom and not perpetrate a Black-Ops mission? Of course I snagged one of the feathered fowl. I would have eaten it too, except Agnes’s boyfriend took it away from me and put it in the garbage can. What a waste!
Ling-Ling, did you find Agnes Odboddy’s weird lifestyle grew on you and you woke up wondering what would happen today? She certainly kept my head spinning. Agnes was involved with the doings at the First Church of the Evening Star and Everlasting Light, volunteered for every imaginable war effort, and tried to expose conspiracies. There was no telling what she might do on any given day. And, should I tell you about the day. Mrs. Roosevelt came to a funeral in town? Oh my goodness, didn’t that turn into a fiasco? How could I possibly keep up?
Do you get treats Ling-Ling? I know there is a war going on and Mrs. Odboddy uses her ration book for the popular items such as sugar and coffee but what about bacon or something as good….does she share with you? I don’t think I’ve ever tasted bacon. I get lots of cream. That’s the thick stuff that separates from the milk and comes to the top in the milk jug. It’s real yummy. Agnes says that’s why I have such beautiful blue eyes and soft fur. Maybe when the war is over, I’ll learn about bacon. Until then, if your friends want to know more about me, Agnes and her lovely granddaughter, Katherine, they can buy the e-book, Mrs. Odboddy – Hometown Patriot, at Amazon for $3.99. I think they’d like us.
May your chicken never mate with a cement mixer. You don’t need to raise a brick layer.
What a boring day. Ho hum. Kali is giving herself a manicure and facial. Go away Shoko. This is private. My beauty regime is a secret.
Maybe, you should share your beauty tips with peeps and other anipals Kali. I don’t think anyone would care Shoks. You’d be surprised sis.
Oh, look at these guys!! A murder of em’.
May the only goose you get, have feathers.