Sparrer, I am Concerned: is it yer beer arm or merely a trivial injury?
Only when it suits you…
Well, that’s fine, joe. Does it suit you to keep alla youruns? I’m a bee and choose not to keep a few of mine.
Had a grand old afternoon out with friends at an hostelry nearby. At my insistence, we took a taxi there and back, and all had a Jolly Good Time.
lot to drink?
I do hope so Gxx
Gawds, Gus. Just two moderate rounds and tea on arrival at chez bee. I am failing in my evangelistic duties.
Ha! Don’t be fooled; I’ve heard about The Bruvver. And Jenny…
Jenny izza saint. A saint.
Left shoulderblade, me dear. Not disabling, just an occasional spasm and ouch under load.
Shocking waste of a taxi, that…
Take no notice, wee Bee, it’s the pre-Lent Blues* talking
*no, deres, nothing at all like Soylent Green
Aye - flat as a pancake, the lottovum. I do luverm, though.
I considered giving up cursing, but couldn’t be arsed.
I’ll bee off.
Good nights, all.
There’s a fine line between disownment and plausible deniability
Have just had a long hot shower
[pourity] [pourity] [pourity]
Bin getting some exercise to justify tomorrow’s gin. Well, tonight’s.
So have I! Minnow End, please.
Steady on, Dunnock
You don’t want the other wing to go orff…
As they should be.
Every year I say “we should have these regularly rather than just on Pancake Tuesday”.
Then a year goes by.
Me too, Armers!
Orf to me nest.
Well, treat it carefully, and keep up the gin: as they say, ‘you can’t fly on one wing’, so another gin for luck is the sensible thing to do.
Not so much fly, as plummet…
Frost, damp, light wind, great big birds, grey skies,