Bees Knees, Chicken's Elbows, Rasher Winds And Fried Snowballs!!

The rain is falling quite heavily yet again today, it's getting to be a little bit tedious now, don't you think? The children are restless and so am I. What to do? What to do?
When I'm feeling like this I always find it best if I go in the kitchen and make something. It is always to the sound of music, today it's the blues, Billy Holiday.
George had informed me yesterday that I hadn't made a Lasagne for a while, so I decided I would make a pasta bake ( no Lasagne I'm afraid ), it would give me the opportunity to use some of the courgettes that seem to grow like magic beans over the allotment.
I always find that this time in the kitchen always puts me in a better place and the rest of the family, strangely enough, find things to busy themselves too, it's like setting an example.
George without fail, every day, will ask me, " what's for dinner today?" Today I replied with, " bees knees, chicken's elbows, rasher winds and fried snowballs ". When I was very young, under five, a neighbour used to look after me , her name was Magan and her husband was called Cledwin, they used to say this to me and it comes out of my mouth when I least expect it. That old couple are gone now, but their expressions live on. I've never heard it used by anyone else, have you?
Even Rufus has had enough today, he's taken to his bed, or should I say, my basket. Never mind Rufus, tomorrows another day, maybe the sun will shine for us.