Things Terry Can Fit In His Mouth Part 1: A Pickled Gherklin
6 May
Do you know what I spent a good part of the hottest Bank Holiday Monday I can ever remember (in fact, the ONLY hot Bank Holiday Monday I can ever remember) doing, people? Did you guess "gardening"? Yeah, well you guessed right, go to the top of the class. I was out there until 10pm last night, cutting, weeding, plucking, whining, crying, moaning… and then this morning I got up, looked out of the window, and a whole bunch of dandelions were standing there on the grass, thumbing their noses at me. I don’t know how they did it, but somehow they must have grown overnight. It’s like some kind of miracle or something. Do I win a prize?
Anyway, I also spent part of the bank holiday weekend taking pictures of Terry with various different things in his mouth. No, I haven’t completely lost mind (YET) – this was the second most popular Scribbit suggestion over the weekend, and even although it was suggested by Terry himself, lots of you still voted for it (!) and who am I to deny you the pleasure of seeing Terry with pickled gherkins and other sundry items in his mouth?
And so it is that I present to you today, number one of a short series entitled "Things Terry Can Fit In His Mouth". This one is called "Pickled Gherkin". Because. well, it’s a pickled gherkin. Enjoy! Oh, and if you’re wondering what the MOST popular suggestion was, well, you’ll have to check back later in the week. (It’s one that requires me to write actual words, you see. With this one I can just post a picture and my work for the day is done…)
IMPORTANT! Don’t try this at home kids! Terry is a professional who has trained for many years to be able to do this….
Man Alive! I look like a monkey
We planted tulips before our two week trip, and when we came back home, they had already bloomed and were well on their way to dying. I don’t think we timed that so brilliantly. I’m trying to psych myself up to go out there and pull out the dead flowers and plant some new ones, but I think I need to borrow some of your motivation…
You must be proud, Amber.
Oh, that’s made me laugh after a frankly rubbish day – well done Terry!
My dad has been out most nights watering the new turf that he spent all of Saturday laying in our garden. Despite him specifically timing the turf-laying so he wouldn’t have to water it, it then decided not to rain. What is wrong with gardens? Why don’t they behave?
But can he fit his FIST in his mouth? Hmmm?
Wow, he IS a very handsome man now isn’t he?
So talented! I like the profile picture, too!
BWAH!
Terry is not happy to have a pickled gherkin in his mouth, is he?
That is impressive!