I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. Back in Withnell : comments.
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Too cool for subject
Ack - sorry things are so fraught for you hon - you want to borrow my big pokey stick?
Hope you can get a bit of time off from the salt mine over the weekend - have you tried hiding?
::snuggles you gently and hands over strong booze:;
hands over strong booze
Ah, the life, she is very FULL at the moment (and not in a good way) but I'm rather looking forward to finally tackling the house, lawd knos it needs it.
Have a wonderful weekend sugar, but keep out of Morrisons of you can, the hoardes of Hell have been let loose in there and it's every man and woman for themselves. ::nods with a look of concern::
Re: hands over strong booze
You were right - Morrisons was pure hell. Full of incredibly angry, soggy holidaymakers in search of something or someone to sacrifice to the rain gods... I ran!
Happy weekend babe. ::squelch squelch::