What a beastly weekend this is. Rain is stopping play all round. I have been in 'mood indigo' for most of the weekend, I didn't parp my horn in support of the bolshovic firemen (if I was offered a huge pension at 50, bar -b- q's in the summer and children climbing over my lorry at fetes, I'd be prepared to put up with the pay conditions) I mean I ask you, all they seem to do round our way is do drills, perhaps that's because we don't play with matches round here I don't know......
Came to blows in Stowe-on-the-wold yesterday with the lady friend over a christmas cake decoration. It was so extreme that we split up whilst I went in to Past Times and she went into Scotts.....it was a tense moment, we were ok after a toasted teacake.
I cooked Plaice lastnight with a chilli marinade it was wonderful.
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