GO BACK IN TIME with Ringo11: story of the century!!
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BUMP! (only in the 4th slot...
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Loving these bumps! Here's a reward (I decided to fast-forward to the best bits. Stuff the research, lets get into the excitement!) ...
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SIXTY-SIXTH INSTALMENT After you have finished your breakfast and secured yourself another cup of tea, Paul suggests you take some snacks or something along for the day since you?ve been emptying his pockets with all the café tea and Chelsea buns you?ve been demanding. ?I?ll pay you back one day,? you tell him, resulting in another friendly wink. ?What do you want? Sarnies? Scones? Caviar and smoked salmon?? ?The caviar is tempting, but I?ll go with the scones,? you reply. ?Sarnies it is. We never ?ad any scones.? ?Well why don?t we make some? You?ve got flour and milk haven?t you?? you suggest. ?We?ve not got time,? he protests. You have different ideas. ?Scones take no time to make. We?ll just whack them together now and then head off for the bus. Why don?t you get a car?? ?Scones it is,? he says, avoiding the car. ?Right, where?s the recipe book?? He looks surprised. ?What?? ?Don?t you have a recipe for scones somewhere here? Maybe on the back of the baking powder tin even?? ?I was hoping you?d know what you were doing, like,? he explains. ?Ah. Well? get the butter and the flour, and we?ll need baking powder and some milk? I think that?s all that goes in them. Maybe a pinch of salt.? He gets all the things together in a heap on the bench and looks at you expectantly. ?Well, we?re going to need a bowl to make them in, and you can turn on the oven now. Make it quite hot,? you instruct. Once he?s rummaged around and found you a big enough mixing bowl, you quickly set about measuring out the flour and baking powder. Luckily you remember that it?s one teaspoon to every cup, so that?s easy enough. ?Now what?? he asks over your shoulder. ?Now we rub in the butter. You?ll need to give me a hand, to speed things up a bit. Not afraid to get your hands mucky are you?? He rolls up his sleeves as an answer. ?Now, let?s see? from memory I think the recipe just says ?some butter?,? you invent, taking a knob off the block. Getting right into it straight away, you squeeze the knob in half and hand a bit to Paul. He watches as you squish your bit up into littler bits and start plopping them into the flour mix. Once you have started rubbing it all together with your finger tips he does the same. ?This is sorta nice,? he says with a silly little smile. You can?t help laughing. Then there is a sudden movement and a puff of white and you find Paul covered in flour and looking surprised. ?Oops.? ?What did you do?? you ask. ?I dunno. It just sort of jumped.? ?Never mind, keep rubbing, or we?ll run out of time.? You both frantically squeeze the little bits of butter into the flour, getting more and more all over the kitchen and yourselves, until the mixture is reasonably rubbed. ?Okay, milk,? you instruct, laughing at the sight of your flour-covered friend. He gets the milk and you have him pour it in gradually while you mix it into a dough with a knife until it?s just the right consistency. He helps you roll it out and cut it up into bits, and you bung it in the oven with a sigh of relief. ?Told you it was easy,? you say, before turning to see Paul standing there trying to brush off his jersey. He looks up at you and laughs. ?Turn around,? he says after a while. ?Why?? ?Just turn around.? You do as you?re told. Muttering questions as to how you managed to get stuff there, he brushes your back vigorously. After a slight hesitation, he also brushes your bum. ?Hey!? you protest, trying to turn back around. ?Keep still,? he says, holding your shoulder with one hand and still brushing with the other. ?There, all done. You couldn?t go out looking like that now, could you?? You laugh and pretend to clip him on the back of the head. ?I wonder who put all that flour on my back,? you wonder aloud. He shrugs playfully and then gives a start, springing at the oven and opening the door to peer inside. ?Just in time!? he says, wrapping a tea towel around his hand and pulling the golden brown scones out of the oven. The smell is lovely, and you almost want to eat the lot right now. You don?t have time to let them cool, and Paul wraps them up and sticks them in his bag, motioning for you to come along as he heads out the door.
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Wow! more bumps does make a difference
Awesome ringo!
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Ohh...still in suspense about where we're going, then. But nevermind, there'll be sweet dreams tonight!
Thanks, Ringo!
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Thanks Rings! I loved it!!!!!
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its getting in the middle... ...justa security bump
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BUMPING THE THREAD UP COS I HATE TO HAVE TO SCROLL DOWN THE PAGE TO SEE IT! and cos I have nothing else to do...
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Thanks Rings I love it!!
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I don't like having to scroll down to find this...so bump!
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Same here....Bump!
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I need a pick-me-up.
This thread makes me smile, so BUMP!
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Well, I had to scroll down to see this one! BUMP!
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Had to scroll down
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Wow! I'm right at the top! Nothing new just yet, but in the mean time, enjoy this while listening to the following tracks off Live at the BBC to get you in the mood: 1. That's Alright Mama 2. Clarabella 3. Long Tall Sally 4. The Honeymoon Song 5. Lucielle 6. Hippy Hippy Shake 7. O, My Soul
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ooo! Can't wait! BUMP!
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(melts at thought of combining songs with such a cute pic)
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