Late Call

October is always an interesting month...

And this year wiz no eggzeption

Plisskers hit a big un...

His eldest reached the magical "key to the door"

(Is that really significant age in this day and... well.. age? See Jeremy Kyle tomorrow morning for the full gory discussion )

My wee bro on the 14th....

It all adds up y'know

Oh yeah...

...and Toots on the 26th



Toots is a woman who eschews the Bob Beamon run-up and prefers to act swiftly and strategically

The day so far ...

Loot list...

Silver and amber earrings (1)
Amber pendant - (1)
Slippers - (1)
John Rocha cardigan (1)
Tops (Next) - (2)
Weird wee bookmark/mag-light effort - (1)

Choccies?

Check!

Cards?

Countless!

All followed by an evening of warm garlic prawn salad, sirloin steak with all the bits, choccy pud and full "Jeeves" privileges

(Ashtrays, late-night sandwich service, bar requisites and drinks...lots of drinks )

I didn't quite draw her a bath

But I managed a rough sketch of the cistern.


























































If I don't get my end away tonight the music thread is going to become an even more cold and embittered spot than it is already

PS

Pepe - you know I love you - but please refrain from inflicting any further fukkwitted rural bucolia on us again.

Thank you

Immo wrote:
I didn't quite draw her a bath

But I managed a rough sketch of the cistern.

Immo wrote:

PS

Pepe - you know I love you - but please refrain from inflicting any further fukkwitted rural bucolia on us again.

Thank you

Don't listen to him pepe, rural fuckwittery is great.