I’m back on-line. Did you miss me, honeys?
I am a bit aggravated at the intermittent interruptions to all of our usual services, tbh. Anyhoo; we’ll sally forth to Embra, tomorrow, to meet up with the Klingons and That Poodle. Then we’ll have a seafood lunch here:
Kindest wishes to all and a good night of sleep wished by yer bee.
Soo xx
Have a snifter of my Lidl gin. It’ll put you off any idea of conversion. It’s vile. ‘Finton’s’, by the way and ours may go down the sink. I used to think that any port in a storm was a good enough idea, but with gin it ain’t.
Hurrah for the slight displastering etc of the Surprising Mrs S., for Times as has been Had and the Prospect of Poodle, inter alia (alia does cover beer-drinking vines, etc, one assumes)
G xxx
Good to see a Chatelaine having fun a bee seeing a Poodle a Gusly one having been paroled from gnursing and a surprising spouse thinking that she is unknown to the cellar
Does she not know that cellerati know just about everything