Sat in the garden this morning and listened to the blackbirds, wrens, sparrows, wood pigeons on the wing and the ford fiestas and mondeos on the M40. It was a joy to behold as my mouth assimulated a bolus of toast.
I am a little disturbed by the Ladyfriend and her capacity to drink. We had a chikky tikky masala last night - which is not on for a school night in the first place. Wine accompanied the blow out, lager was sliding down the ladyfriend's neck faster than a bobsleigh and after watching the Darling Buds of May the ladyfriend suggested opening a bottle of red! I put a stop to it then and there. Trouble with the ladyfriend is she never knows when to put the plug in.
The Barefoot doctor would be spinning in his patchouli oil if he could see us last night. I must go and rub my kidneys for relief.
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