The cottage is gleaming due to my new treasure Caro. I haven’t seen it yet, and I won’t until next weekend.
My garden is overgrown owing to the fact that Anna has swine flu. We wish her well.
My left nostril is blocked.
My bank balance is not as bad as that but worse than the other.
B is working in HMV, has no time for anything accept making the blasted shilling.
Jim is coughing up the tar that has coated his lungs for the last 50 years of smoking. We have more bronchial preparations than Super drug.
He went for an interview on friday for The Three sister at the lyric is Hammersmith…
They liked him, he liked them, he coughed his way out onto Kings Street and starts work a week Monday.
This morning we left for the Kings Road and have just returned with gifts for the middle daughter, it’s her birthday tomorrow, gifts for ouselves -well why not – and a bag full of meat and bagels for tomorrows breakfast feast.which in hindsight was excellent.
More sausages, bacon, bubbly and coffee went down than in A New York deli