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A hundred ways to stack a sandwich but the biscuits still amaze, All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind, Arf an arf, Bubble and Speak, Please sir - can I have some more? Eh?, Said Penfold, Trouble and squeak, Will you risk it for a biscuit this century sir?
“Biscuits – a far more serious affair than many realise. Please, do not waste one crumb, at times it feels as though my very life depends on the availability of just one Hobnob.
And perhaps it does.”
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This dog (pictured above), if she were a film star (and I’m not sure why she isn’t), would surely capture the hearts of film going audiences, and, perhaps, even make them recall the magic of childhood. Less pleasant things have happened (and will, no doubt, continue to).
Thank you,
The President and Founder
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The President and Founder! – runs around the sofa three times with happiness
Thank you for those fine words sir, Rosie has coincidentally only just auditioned for the role of Eliza Doolittle in the re-make of ‘My Fair Lady’ – entitled – ‘My Fair Garibaldi’.
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Hope dog and mouse share.
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They do very well together unless playing Tiddlywinks. Then all hell breaks loose.
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This is adorable.
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Thank you Ishita, Rosie says that in retrospect she may have been better off wearing her reading glasses, but I’m with you all the way.
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They go very well with red wine, Mr Shuttleworth.
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Always tea for esme, but really they’re a versitile food and can be dipped into nything you fancy (so I hear).
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Well, in a dog’s life …. biscuits are a big big deal! Love this sweet photo, and her toy 🤗
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Thank you Bela, you’re not wrong there. I’m presently dealing with the aftermath after The Misnister for Squeaks read your comment – the lounge has been trashed, there are biscuits stamped into the carpet, and the word ‘TOY?’ scarwled across the walls hundreds of time in red lipstick.
Like you said – words are powerful things.
Hahahahahaha
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Hahaha – whoops 😉
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The dog is, of course, a dog and a fine specimen she is, looking quite content and happy. The countenance of a hound, I know, can be deceptive. However, I’ll stand by my statement. On the other hand, or rather the other paw, I’m not sure what that creature is. But, it does appear to be crying. Is that a tear from its eye? And if it is a tear, is it because she/he is about to be eaten?
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“The dog is, of course, a dog” – That’s just what she wants you to think. – nods Sure she is, she’s a dog. Yes. Not an international spy with a paw in biscuit trafficking. That would be impossible.
“I’m not sure what that creature is” – Tis a mouse in a dress. You need to get out more Peter.
esme in fits
(The Minister for Squeaks has a touch of conjunctivitis at present hence the dodgy eye).
Rosie will only go as far as a bit of rough and tumble with the minister, but its all in good humour and they sleep curled up in bed together at night, (no funny business, get a grip folks). They both thank you for your enquiries, but don’t seem keen to offer you a biscuit under the circumstances.
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You really can’t beat a Hobnob, can you Esme? Have you ever tried one coated in chocolate? You may incline more to the flapjack, of course, but did you know that the hobnob and flapjack can be combined in ecstatic union?
Footnote: The etymology of the nominatively deterministic Hobnob, as you may well be aware, lies in the old English “habban, nabban”, meaning “have, not have”, and which itself seems the recurrent question when faced with a well-packed biscuit barrel eyeing one seductively, as is their wont.
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“which itself seems the recurrent question when faced with a well-packed biscuit barrel eyeing one seductively, as is their wont.” – Biscuit soft porn. Has it come to this Hariod? Yes. Yes it has.
–falls about
Technically the ‘Hobnobs’ here are called ‘Oat Crunchies’ becaue they are vegan whilst Hobnobs weren’t the last time I looked. However, Hobnobs have larger chunks of oaty bits in, which I do not favour, so it has all worked out for the best in the end. And whilst I am partial to a (very, very well made) flapjack, the picture you point to should go back to gagland where it resides. – nods
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Not Vegan? Ingredients: Rolled Oats (38%), Wholemeal Wheat Flour (23%), Sugar, Vegetable Oil (Palm), Partially Inverted Sugar Syrup, Raising Agents (Sodium Bicarbonate, Ammonium Bicarbonate), Salt.
That said, they likely put the usual caveat on packs saying “May contain nuts, wombat turds, deluded spiders thinking they’re Andy Murray, microbial remnants of an exploding star, mammalian milk, bits of Fred the Foreman’s Spam and Scotch Bonnet seed sandwich that he threw in there because Hilda was getting back at him for shagging Irene in accounts”.
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Oh they’ve changed then! Good! Good for someone esle actually, I much prefer the cheaper version with less chewy bits, but than you for your research Hariod, where would I be without you?!
“bits of Fred the Foreman’s Spam and Scotch Bonnet seed sandwich that he threw in there because Hilda was getting back at him for shagging Irene in accounts”” – Out of the gutter that’s where.
Hahahahahaha.
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I’m very pleased that hobnob shares common Indo-European origins with Modern English (to have), German (haben) and Latin (HABERE). To have or not to have have, that is the question. Russian dispensed with “have”, as did Arabic.
I am also glad that the letter N is Negative in so many languages.
So thanks to Hariad for habban and nabban.
How now sentient cloud?
BTW, this is a very calming place. Thanks for the venue Esme!
🙂
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Thank you Bill, very nice to have you visit, all the more-so for the kind words – the Cloud says that it bides well enough today, but had a small amount of trouble sorting out a squabble between a crowd of altocumulus and altostratus, and so is taking it easy today.
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Don’t forget that at some point you have to return the dog and the clouds to number 42- or there shall be fines.
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Only the dog and the Clouds – The Minister for Squeaks asks if you have forgotten that weekend in Paris together so soon?
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Looks like one of the mice from Bagpuss???……just saying……..
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The Minister for Squeaks did a great deal of volunteering in their formative years, working in several charity shops and with Mr B.Puss too.
Well spotted – smiles
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Brilliant clip!! I knew it!! I always knew there was more to those mice than met the eye………
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So lovely to witness a mouse polishing her bottle so enthusiastically! 🙂
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The Minister has always been a perfectionist Hariod, every bottle, baguette and bean shines gloriously upon the Cloud.
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Redefines what it means to be eternally grateful for even the smallest things in life, does it not? 😉 ❤
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It very much does Professor. How good to see you back upon the Cloud!- beams a smile his way
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Very nice to be back my wonderful Lady amongst the Clouds and Ether! – gives a rather LARGE deviant smirk & tip of his hat –
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Oh my, where are my manners!? One is out of civilization for too long, and his etiquette gets lost somewhere in the/his wilderness! 😮
THANK YOU Lady Esme for the fine tea. May I have a bit of raw honey and a squeeze of lemon too Madame!? I do what I can to support Nature’s little pollinators and puckering! 😈
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Raw honey and lemon is it? The bees are all on holiday and have left their honey with an irritable bear whose name means faeces, so best not get into that; instead you can have some green tea with lemon and like it or lump it.
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Haha… such a welcome and warning at this fine entertaining establishment in the sky! It is why I keep coming back despite the… gravity of it all. — warm smirk —
And thank you for the green tea & lemon good Lady. I’m sure my puckering, public or not, Can-Can be found later in the evening. — bigger warmer smirk —
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Is that Annie Aardvark at Rosie’s feet?
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It is not, it is a mouse in a dress who is known in the troposphere as The Minister for Squeaks, however you’re pretty sharp to pick up on the resemblance because in fact, she’s Annie Aardvark’s stunt double whenever some derring-do is called for. Well spotted that wizard.
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