I thought that was how you got the terroir.
Morning
Bacon butties?
I need tea
Where is the fancy Italian?
From the pissoir?
{{Shudder}}
Yes, Twellsy - tea.
Soo xx
Coffee here
Carinthia.xx
When do you see your Consultant, Carinthia?
Soo xx
The appointment is for 11-30am, Soo
Carinthia.xx
I’m on my way. I’ll be on your right shoulder, but won’t sting.
Soo xx
I will be hovering on my broom dear one
I WILL have drawers on under my summer cloak
I should Bluddy well hope so, Twellsy
You don’t want friction burns…
Winces
Carinthia.xx
< Dons stout directoire knickers >
< revs up broom >
Reinforcements on their way, Chatelaine dere. (Am beginning to feel a little sorry for this consultant, tbh)
Fins crossed here, Carinthia.
[picks up Big Stick of Enlightenment wiv port wing]
[picks up Medicinal Summat wiv starboard wing]
All set!
Now that Consultant had better look after our chatelaine
Or they will find out how much our chatelaine is loved
Yon Bull is hovering the terrace!!!
First cardboard disposal, now hoovering?
I think that the heat has got to him.
Soo xx
So do I
I won’t stop him though
No no NO … not HOOVERING, it was BLOWERING!!! Kinda the opposite of hoovering, and you can make a much bigger mess much more quickly by blowing
Aye - that sounds more like it, Bull.
Soo xx
Word of the day (from Brain of Britain): vaticide (the murder of a prophet).
I would have thought Vaticide was consuming rum quickly