Dandelion Wishes ………

With so many dandelion puffballs wherever you look,  poor Nigel has been a little out of breath of late ……..

…… as he says he’s trying to maximise his quota of wishes!

Some say that dandelions are a sign of good luck, as they belong to the planet Jupiter, the planet for wealth and the way prices are going up at the moment, I think we could do with all the wealth we can muster!

If you're loved, legend has it that if you can blow all the seeds off a dandelion with a single breath, then the person you love will love you back. If seeds remain, then the object of your affection may have reservations about their feelings toward you.  I’m not sure if young Nigel has anyone in mind, but I think he may have the tiniest of crushes on  the teacher he helps with reading in school! What is he like?

Others believe that dandelion seeds will carry your thoughts and dreams to loved ones when you blow them into the air, so there’ll undoubtedly be a few heading to Heaven to Andy, who left us ten years ago today …….. not to mention Grandad Colin, Granny Shelia and Jupiter, Iris and Bertie’s cat ……..

Very Sad News From The Homeland

Yesterday, we received a picture and some heart breaking news from The Homeland that has cut Nigel to the quick.

To wit, his beloved Motor World …….

……. scene of so many, many wonderful Christmas memories ………

…… is no more.

Abandoned, forlorn and now in a very sorry state. It is, the final nail in the end of a golden era of awe and wonder.

……. leaving Nigel totally bereft.

……. with only the echo of happy times, stood standing outside the window, no matter the weather, to gaze lovingly at “his” precious knitted nativity during the festive season of so many, many years. Let’s just say he sobbed …… and sobbed and sobbed  ………and sobbed …. then sobbed some more.

We know he will bounce back, thank goodness he has his own knitted nativity now, a very generous gift from our beloved friend Karen in romantic Lytham St Annes…….

…… but at this difficult time we know we just need to allow him some space and respect his privacy until he feels ready to re-emerge.

Grease Monkey

Slightly off topic re: the photos but Nigel is one monkey who is certainly no stranger to the odd spot of grease……

….. however, Darrell on the other hand is not!

He might do the majority of the cooking, but it’s Nigel who generally does most of the washing up, because Darrell says he simply can’t cope with “the residual consequences”, no matter how brilliant the meal he has prepared…..  not even with two pairs of marigolds on, it just makes him go all queasy, limp and wan.  What is he like?

Thank goodness the for the little fella!

Somethings Are Best Left A Mystery

Nigel’s curiosity was certainly piqued by a box he spotted right at the very bottom of a display in the Trichology shop window in town.

A “Food Detective Professional” kit?  He said his mind was all of a whirr. Fancy being a real life food detective, how awesome would that sound on a CV?  What would the job entail? Would it involve searching through bins surreptitiously to see what people had consumed in the week between bin collections, which might, perhaps, be regarded as more yukky than romantic and thus a little off putting to the faint hearted.

Unfortunately, the box gave very little away and although the leaflet was tantalising close, the little fella was unable to glean anything from it either.

On this occassion perhaps it’s best left as a mystery and to be wanting, allowing Nigel's ever fertile imagination to roam free, because, I’m pretty sure, as eggs is eggs, it’s all bound to be a lot less exciting than box suggests, magnifying glass or not!

A Wardrobe Constant.

Darrell has had many wonderful themes running through his wardrobe, largely influenced by his best friend and mentor Hugh, doyen of all that is autoroute and sauerkraut. 

However, I have noticed that he does have a one reoccurring fashion penchant, despite the all the season’s must haves and tutoring from Hugh…..

…… to wit, the teddy bear influence!  What is he like?

This undeniable classic from the dive in and see what comes out basket of his favourite charity shop in town, for just 40p, does rather suit him, but goodness only knows what Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar would make of it!

But, if Lady Gaga can carry off a meat dress ………

Darrell can certainly rock Teddy Wear any day of the week and at a minute fraction of the Madam Gaga’s wardrobe, bless his little cotton socks!

Another New Shop In Evesham …….

Fresh off the press, according to a most excellent source, to wit Nigel,  Evesham now has an Axolotl and Reptile Rescue Centre, strategically placed about a quarter of the way round the school run. He’s almost beside himself with excitement to go in and have a look, as he says he doesn’t think he’s ever seen real life axolotl in real life before, but he’s thinking that perhaps he should save the pleasure for when we’ve got Iris and Bertie for the day.

I honestly don’t think he’ll be able to last that long ……….

…….. I’ve told him to just go in, as I’m not sure I can live with all this  palpable and tangible reptilian anticipation. He could recce the joint and then decide it’s a place that Iris and Bertie would embrace too.

However ……. there is not to be any emotional attachment, no matter how cute and irresistible some of the rescued reptiles are, pets are strictly verboten Chez Towers. Imagine if an adopted anaconda/boa constrictor went on an impromptu wander and found it’s was into one of the the wall cavities, our miserable neighbour might have a fit! On the other hand, hmmmmmmmmmm!

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It Would Be Rude Not To …… Hellmann’s Coronation Mayonnaise.

Our Platinum Jubilee Celebrations are going to be pretty low key though, hopefully, fitting in our own humble way. We had really hoped that Hugh, Darrell’s best friend and the closest thing to our beloved Queen that we know, might pop in, but let’s just say, without breaking too many confidences, that he’ll be there, celebrating in proper, real, real life.  

However, disappointed though we obviously are, our preparations,  are gathering a pace, with Darrell coming home all of a twitter from town this afternoon, as he’d found the most perfect dressing to go with the chicken in his rouleaux de doigts royaux (royal fingers rolls to the likes of you and I)

He said it would have been rude not to have made a considered purchase while he was mooching the shelves in Iceland.

You have to love him, Darrell does like to “work” a comestible theme!

Darrell Feels Somewhat Quashed……. But Not Entirely Beaten.

Oh dear, Darrell took himself to the B & M, just up the road on the retail park ……….

…….. he says he was fine, until he got to the final seasonal, decorative garden section and then he just didn’t know what to do with himself ……..

…….. when he saw that they had artificial flower screening, something he has always, always, always wanted …….. but now, we have no garden and he knows better than to ask if he could bring some inside,  certain restaurants in Evesham yes, but our lounge, I think not!

Poor Darrell, he has such wonderful aspirations, but some not so practical, especially when considering the bijouxity of The Towers …….

……  when I know that for our resident budding Laurence Llewellyn Bowen, a simple wreath or garland, now matter how lovely, just doesn’t cut it!

So moving on, he turned to the mischievous, knowing that anything cheery and seasonal he “dared” put up in the communal area of our block would be instantly met with complaint from our resident miserable neighbour ……… BUT, our flat door is ALL ours and no one can say a single thing about what we put on that ……….

….. so upon his return, he said he was going to mull over making a considered and not very subtle  purchase …….. what is he like?

Give Up Your Blood……

Nigel said he did the most mahoooosive double take on the way back from yesterday’s school run after he noticed that a posh new sign had gone up, next to what appears is going to be the next new beauty salon in town.

Now, as you know the little fella is very much a stranger to vanity himself, however he does know Darrell and is familiar with some of the treatments Darrell has tried ……..

….. or consulted Tom the Scientist (Master of Chemistry)  as to whether he might have one or two spare chemical peeling substances lying around the lab, going spare, that wouldn’t be missed,  which thankfully have always been met with very a robust and resounding “Not on your flipping Nellie, Darrell!”

So when Nigel pondered radio frequency micro needling out loud when he got home, I had to laugh, as I told him that he was already an expert on it himself, with all the pester power he puts poor Darrell under whenever he (Nigel) wants something!

Then there was the pithy question of Mesotherapy, which Nigel was convinced was something to do with dinosaur fossils, thinking back to bedtime reading about  “The Mesozoic Era” with Young Master Bertie. However, it turns out to be, after further investigation,  “a technique that uses injections of vitamins, enzymes, hormones, and plant extracts to rejuvenate and tighten skin, as well as remove excess fat”. Now, as Darrell is an absolute needle phobic (Covid vaccinations excepted), it seems highly unlikely that he would willingly offer himself up and pay for such a treatment, no matter how concerned he was about the perceived fat in his stomach, thighs, bollards, hips, legs, arms and face, to name just a few.

But, in the end, it was the Vampire Face Lift that had Nigel musing the most.  Who in their right minds, even if it was Halloween, would want to come out of a salon looking like a vampire?

However since this procedure involves, from more research, the harvesting of platelets from the patient’s own blood in order to inject them into problem skin areas, (thus the name Vampire Facelift and Dracula Therapy), it’s again unlikely that Darrell would put himself forward, just the thought of giving blood and then seeing it whizzing around a centrifugal force in order to separate his red blood cells from the platelet plasma and then having it injected back in again would have Darrell passing more than just once and then having to breath into goodness how many paper bags.

After finding all these procedures out Nigel is now very concerned about the “and more” bit at the bottom of the sign,  can it be anymore terrifying?

Now it’s only a matter of time before Darrell passes the sign/salon himself, do we tell him now or do we let him find all out for himself?

Darrell Got There Before Nigel????

He really doesn’t know how it happened, but Darrell got to be the first to admire and breathe in the the splendour of our Evesham florist of choice’s Platinum Jubilee window …….

…… before even poor Nigel had a chance to witness it for himself. He’ll undoubtedly be devastated to hear about it of a second hand type nature.

Needless to say, according to Darrell, it’s all very resplendent, decked out in full red, white and blue and tastefully festooned with union flags, balloons and bunting

Darrell said it made him come over all emotional ………

…… and stand proud and erect with unbridled admiration for our wonderful and glorious Majesty.

This is history being made (the Queens reign, not the shop window) and we are actually living through it, in real, real life, the likes of which we will never see again for a many many years, perhaps centuries to come. I really can’t blame him for being emotional.