How do you feel about today being decared Thirsty Thursday?
It’s a Manx thing, in honour of our pubs opening fully today. Not that I’d want to rub it in or anything.
How do you feel about today being decared Thirsty Thursday?
It’s a Manx thing, in honour of our pubs opening fully today. Not that I’d want to rub it in or anything.
Course not, dere - shocking waste, that: you are meant to swallow it.
I am trying to organise family visits (to and from the hive). It’s proving tricky, yet strangely desirable/necessary.
Soo xx
I have to say that Sudden Daughter turning up (Suddenly, and even if only for an hour) was surprisingly delightful.
You don’t have to say it, Fishers, but I feel the delight in your post. I’ll let you know how it pans out for me.
Patio Door Trauma, from 09.15! I’ll need to be present and correct, so, sweet dreams, all.
Soo xx
You’ll need Gin too, Soo
Carinthia.xx
Nothing actually wrong with the Famous Grouse, either.
But we all know that the ideal FD presents are a time machine and a packet of three
Gus
I am tittering and sniggering
Good-oh.
I have a persistent car alarm outside and am seriously contemplating Drastic Action.
Wouldn’t that set the alarm o… oh, yes.
Wanna borrow a baseball bat ?
Tonight (OK, last night) I’ve been having a quite spendid time WassApping with a fine lady, despite coming originally from Walsall, who I studied at Uni with, 40 years ago.
We’ve kept in reasonably regular touch, so it’s not that. She has been in her attic. She has found 2 boxes of “university stuff” and produced papers, letters, lists, names of people & things from the dim & distant.
I have, it is both a blessing and a curse, a stunningly good memory for things, occurences and names. But that is less good than it was and, with the best will in the World stuff gets forgotten & mixed up.
But refreshed memories spark others and we were soon recalling fellow students, lecturers, places and incidents.
Long Tall Sally had slipped from memory, Fat Sarah unfortunately hadn’t, but Blue Sue had completely, Colin the C*** remains 'the person I’d most like to push under an oncoming tube train". Then there’s Simmo, who I last saw pissed on a Cardiff pavement before a great football match. He was on a list, as was the love of her life who she “doesn’t want to meet again but do I know his whereabouts ?” (I do, but it might be best, overall, to hold that back).
We tapped away until the wee hours.
Then she said “I’ll open the other box tomorrow”.
Blimey, will I cope ?
A mercury tilt arrangement is what I have been contemplating. Probably a tad antisocial looking at local geography, plus I am out of mercury. And plastique. And, imminently, my mind.
Blimey. Deny everything, Armers, and break out the other passport PDQ.
The line between nostalgie de la JCR bar and blackmail is a fine one, my friend.
There were 180 in our year in the Economics Dept. But only 12 began in our specific Joint subjects. I can remember 9 of the names, but Siân produced a 1st Yr ‘results list’ and lo and behold I now have all 12. Only 8 of the 12 passed so it’s a fine line.
It’s bugged me for years.
… and I an unblackmailable. Except for the Fat Sarah incident and I believe that is deniable.
… how was I meant to know, anyway ?
Apparently it’s morning out there. Tseep.
Oh, yer one of them. That explains everything.
[small passeriform giggle]
That doesn’t silence it now, though, only later.
Soo xx
Uuurrk
Have just got up for the second time, after a straight 7 hours of sleep.
I resemble an Boiled Owl
Liberates Pitcher
Carinthia.xx
Late breakfast? (Not forgetting the… tomato juice.)
I am back from crafty group…