Don’t exert yerself, Dear. I have Indorex.
But sleep well, Twellsy and all Cellarites. We shall take up our cudgels the morra.
Gxxx
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Not much drift, TBH. That’s sort of the point of limpets, innit?
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There’s no place like home scar!
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Sounds like a village in Yorkshire.
yardarm
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Morning all
I was fibbing about being nice to Guses nanosecond
I have rasped her home scar so it is all tickly on her foot
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Now now, play nice or there’ll be No Gin.
(Something that should be said more in schools.)
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Would a bacon butty earn me gin?
If so here’s a platter of them to be going on with…
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Hmm
Considers…
Carinthia.xx
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This is being sold as “London Underground Map” fabric.
https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/312982166112
I wonder whether one might get them under the Consumer Protection from Unfair Trading Regulations 2008…
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Language isn’t their first language, seemingly.
Curious as to how you happened to stumble across that particular gem.
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I have a pokin’ pryin’ beak. (Also a friend posted about it.)
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Nor geography
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Nor Copyright.
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I spotted Lancashire there. Blooming bravo !! 
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In a certain Hugo-winning novel set in the near future, the London Underground runs to Oxford.
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I thought that was CrossRail 2. The North to South one.
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It is clearly the map used for Mornington Crescent: the Wainright variation, version II.
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The other half of the chicken & mushroom pie will be had today.
I’ll put some Sossinges in the oven at the same time…
Carinthia.xx
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I saw a bank of primroses mixed with forget-me-nots, on my walk. Also violets. And flowering cherries taller than the beech trees around them.
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How lovely, Fishy
Carinthia.xx
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