My Cup Runneth Over

Both Literally And Metaphorically
I know I've invoked metaphor once today already but forgive me this indulgence again.  The "Literal" bit comes as I overfilled my Pooh cup and managed - as ineptly as possible - to spill it all over the pension letter.  Don't worry, no damage done as I dabbed it up with paper towels.  The "Metaphor" part comes as I've already posted today and yet - there is more to come that was left out before.

A Sinister Start To The Day
Perhaps "atmospheric" is more apt.  I haven't had a chance to post winter pictures on the blog to date as the winter of 2013 into 2014 was a miserable array of wind, water, wet and woe.  No snow.

You don't get a sense of how silent it was.

      Here we see plenty of snow, and mist, too.  What you can't see are the enormous queues of cars down at Tandle Hill Park, since everyone and their uncle turns up at the park when it snows, in order to go sledging.

Edna, Exploring Snow
Snow is a novelty to our four-legged alarm system also.  She arrived on the scene too late to witness any snow last year.  Although there wasn't any*.  Here she is carrying out a thorough investigation into snow:

The towel was like a zombie.  A frozen stiff.

What I Put Up With
As you probably already know, Conrad likes to start the weekend morning with a giant pot of tea, some toasted bread product with jam and a book.  
     Straightforward, right?
     Wrong!  Whilst there is food to be had, Jenny and Edna are my Best Friends Forever. Even after the food has gone, Jenny still wants to try and read my book.  Yes, she does.  Proof positive:

"That apostrophe is incorrectly placed, Conrad. Kindly sort it out."

     In this case the cat did not sit on the mat, although it did compensate by shoving it's bum in my face.  Thank you Jenny!

Good Gracious Papilionaceous!
Forgive Conrad for recalling an item from "Captain Correlli's Mandolin".  The doctor removes a pea from the ear of a Greek villager, allowing him to hear after decades of near-deafness.  Unfortunately his wife is such a shrew he asks the doctor to put the pea back in.
     Anyway, Conrad remembers the doctor commenting on the removed aural obstruction, saying how "papilonaceous" it was.
     "What's this?" I can hear you saying.  "Conrad has not only been at the cooking sherry, he's also eaten a couple of bath balls as well."
     Untrue**!
     Anyway, here's Conrad's attempt at Pea And Ham Soup:

     I know it looks very green, but it wasn't half bad.

The Joy Of Socks
Alas one of the misfortunes of being Rich In Sock is that one has to collate and manage the little rascals, leaving behind a residue for the next week's laundry.  Behold the stock of sock:

     This is as rock 'n' roll as Conrad gets on a Sunday.

A Little Pimping Of Another Sort
They say that inside every clown, there is a Macbeth trying to get out.  

In this case, MacBeth is out Big Time

Conversely, inside every Macbeth there is a Charlie Caroli trying to get out.  You, gentle reader, may be aware that BOOJUM!'s aim is to entertain, with a bit of learning along the way, done in a light and frothy style.  Conrad, however, has an alternate identity as an author of stories over on Fan Fiction, although not for a while.  Doctor Who and Captain Scarlet.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2824071/1/The-Sea-of-Sand

 - and that's a link to a tale of the Fourth Doctor (TOM BAKER!) and Sarah Jane Smith (ELIZABETH SLADEN!) astray in 1940.

Right desert, wrong tent

     You may like it, you may steer clear for fear of lack of brain-bleach. The choice is yours - don't forget - only we can prevent planets!


* I exaggerate.  It snowed for thirty minutes and didn't stick.
** Only one bath ball, thank you.