That sounds so interesting, Fishers. Mr Soo would fit right in (he’s writing a novel, presently). Alas - he izz too feak and weeble to be able to sort out anything, today. I don’t think that I could tempt him with a glittery lav seat, even . I have made him a cheese and mushroom flan, for lunch and he’ll go back to bed shortly after scoffing it, I believe.
Thanks to Gus, I intend an afternoon of solitary guffawing via McAuslan. Bliss!
Utterly brilliant, joe. Thank you!
Happy bee, me.
Hens would make life even better, but I can wait. Ooh, did I tell you that we’ll be visiting the Peebles Poultry Show in February? Luxury B&B is booked and I am, sadly, really looking forward to it!
Mr Soo has shuffled off, up the apples and pears. He has chemically coshed himself with all manner of stuff to help him sleep. I didn’t dissuade him.
Soo xx
Bin to John Lewis looking at outside lights, among other things. Some of them aren’t even IP-rated, and nothing better than IP54. I find that frankly disgusting; for English weather I’d never install anything below 66.
Tesco came up with lights that met Mr Bee’s requirements (he is Mr Bee) and Homebase was declared a torture too far. No glittery throne, then. Oh, well.