Gus
I think I love you
I think that the poorly fingers weren’t pressing sufficiently hard to tell the blasted thing what to do
Thank-you
Proffers Pitcher
Carinthia.xx
Gus
I think I love you
I think that the poorly fingers weren’t pressing sufficiently hard to tell the blasted thing what to do
Thank-you
Proffers Pitcher
Carinthia.xx
Oh hurrah! for the revivified Kindle. But bah! and gah! to the poorliness of fingers, me dear. Such an embuggerance, and I know that today you have Much to Do.
Pitcher gratefully accepted. < slurpity >
Love
Gus xxx
They haven’t yet cancelled the ferry, so we’re queueing for it. Pleasantly sodden wevver.
‘A soft day’, you mean.
If we all keep very quiet they might forget to cancel it…
Too late; they’ve let us at the free food…
That does not make up for this boat apparently being the Brat Express.
I have decided that I dislike tunnels
Especially those that are under rivers
I am not designed to go below swans that are floating on the river!
Doesn’t half worry them when you do, though.
Come on, Sparrer, oed und leer das Meer and all that. I know the rails are a bit high, but I’m sure you can think of something statistically improbable and terribly unfortunate, along ‘our thoughts are with the parents at this difficult time, hoping that the buggers get themselves sterilised first thing after the funerals’ lines
Do you know that or is it just an assumption?
Want to know how much I need to worry [again]
Shall we suggest ways of disposing the dear ill bred ill mannered brats Gus?
I will start by offering water skiing lessons using frayed ropes
Well, it is awf’ly wet out there.
A mere 24 knots. Pathetic, I call it.
Sitting on the rail, fishing for mackerel… w ith lots of lead weights on the paternoster.
And you didn’t think to let us know? That’s a lot of astray you missed being led
Just passing into UK waters. Wheeee bouncy bouncy.
Safe passage.
Soo xx
TFM
Joe and us could have definitely introduced you to some bad behaviour
But you missed the opportunity
Snell Snyff
Now what makes you think I’d need to be led?
(Though, it is a very long time since a man offered to lead me astray…)
Sad sniff.
Blow your nose, woman.
I have just had a look at my brassicas
I have FIVE cauliflowers happily growing
My first attempt so I am delighted