Some people take the “safe sex” thing a bit too far…
I am a happy old bat
The trousers are gorgeous
The gazebee is a real finishing touch to the patio
And the Gunpowder gin is just what I needed to have while the bbq ignites
What a lovely photie ovvan 'appy time, Twellsy.
Soo xx
I am Not Happy. Hopping Mad, in fact.
Slammers, anyone?
Thank you Soo
I have been dying to see the bbq house erected
We bought it in2013 whilst I was having rehab physio and occupational therapy I
The Bull was left wandering around Stabb city while I was being looked after so he found it and showed it to me so we bought it and it has been in a box waiting for us
We are just so happy with the terrace and patio that we have been dreaming about for years
That looks so right, Twellies. I am very glad for you. In the rain, here.
All right, Gus, now what?
Wossa marrer Gus?
Gin?
I’m not alone in wondering, then.
Soo xx
If I could like that 10 times, I would
So lovely to see the Dozy Bugga looking so happy
I am grateful that she is wearing a dressing-gown though…
Waits for Slammers
Carinthia.xx
No need to sound so exasperated, dahlink.
Post going ‘astray’. Whether in the post or somewhere in the Byzantine corridors of A Large Financial Services Company is moot. With the result a) that I had to fork out nearly £7 for recorded delivery and b) it is very possible I will be in a Right Pickle in a couple of weeks, having foolishly imagined things were proceeding as planned.
You bet your Palazzo pants. Hell, yes!
Bah humbug, Your Gusliness.
Any of 'em have, oh, I dunno, windows? Greenhouses? Children?
Izza lovely thing, Twellsy. A hybrid gazebo-imbibo. All the best people have 'em :- )
Have an Hug & another Slammer, Gus
Right Pickle sounds too close to Sick with Worry to be comfortable
Hitchers Tenters another Notch
Itizz raining
Forra change
Carinthia.xx
Thank you, Dahlink.
And the drizzly wind played havoc wiv me 'urr.
And there were no seats on either bus and it turns out today is one of me ‘less balanced’ days (stop that sniggering at the back)
'Twasn’t meant to sound that way…
I’m sorry that They whoever they are have chosen to mess you about.
Shame, because it made Oi grin, as I could ‘hear’ you saying it.
Worse things happen, and not always even at sea. But rot Their socks anyway.
I discard them! Chiz.
Moderately Happy azz I am (cooped up all day, but with a trusty treadmill to tempt me to action), tomorrow will be better, as sushi will be involved. It has stopped raining.
Soo xx
That is such a lovely thing to hear, and what a super happy-looking photo. Enjoy it, you’ve waited long enough!
Grrr! Sympathy and more gin heading your way.
Best thing to do with a rotted sock really.