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Good grief what on earth has happened here, I leave for a few days and now can't get in the door because of the empty crisp packets, pots, two local news papers (when I say news I use the term very lightly), a few dead glasses and rather a lot of empty bottles and cans.If someone would kindly pass a glasl of Pinot round the door I will womble off to bed and briefly see you tomorrow..It feels good to be back, which I suspect means that my life is sadly lacking.
Quote from: Miss Creant on June 22, 2016, 05:58:44 PMGood grief what on earth has happened here, I leave for a few days and now can't get in the door because of the empty crisp packets, pots, two local news papers (when I say news I use the term very lightly), a few dead glasses and rather a lot of empty bottles and cans.If someone would kindly pass a glasl of Pinot round the door I will womble off to bed and briefly see you tomorrow..It feels good to be back, which I suspect means that my life is sadly lacking. Welcome back my dear. I trust you are over your leg problem?
Quote from: Darwins Selection on June 22, 2016, 07:24:53 PMQuote from: Miss Creant on June 22, 2016, 05:58:44 PMGood grief what on earth has happened here, I leave for a few days and now can't get in the door because of the empty crisp packets, pots, two local news papers (when I say news I use the term very lightly), a few dead glasses and rather a lot of empty bottles and cans.If someone would kindly pass a glasl of Pinot round the door I will womble off to bed and briefly see you tomorrow..It feels good to be back, which I suspect means that my life is sadly lacking. Welcome back my dear. I trust you are over your leg problem?How fortuitous that you should mention this Mr Darwin Sir these days I seem to be able to get my leg over anything and everything. It does upset the buzzer somewhat and in some cases I receive a mild electric shock. It's almost as if someone is trying to administer correctional behavior therapy.
I seem to be at the Mount Pleasant Sorting Office
Cow TV to Nottingham. First class. I have a nutter next to me. Transvestite in a fur hat with a vast ssupply of Coke (cue burping), a pink DVD player (old episodes of Porridge) and a constant running commentary on the countryside