The story continued the following day when I met up in Stockbridge with the delightful sister in law of the long-dead ex, who was able to offer corroborating evidence as we caught up on the last 35 years.
I walked all day yesterday, a.m. with Glasgow Seb, and p.m. alone (bumped into the DB in waitrose), on a near-empty stomach. Then in the evening I had a room picnic after moving into the next B&B:
Two packets of Waitrose sandwiches reduced from £2.40 to 69p:
• Prawn cocktail
• Camembert with grapes and red currant chutney.
Three types of Olive.
A bucket of Strawberries, plus vanilla yoghurt.
Then I dozed off and missed the whole Olympic ceremony. Did you see it?
I've just woken up with my first ever Erdinger hangover, partly just dehydration from all yesterday's exercise.
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ReplyDeleteThe ceremony brought tears to my eyes.
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I watched the other side. They played a Republican song for Northern Ireland (Danny Boy)and I was told today that it was okay. Hotboy p.s. You really must be having a horrible time. I'm glad I haven't got any money to go anywhere.
ReplyDeleteMingers. Tears of joy?
ReplyDeleteHotters. I think you'd find it a horrible time, but being out of one's comfort zone can be liberating after a while. I offered to advise the DB this morning how to move you out of yours.
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ReplyDeleteYes - when they showed a cricket match fromm Ye Olde England.
As a werewolf, Hotters can only plod down the same few tracks. Take him away from his routes to the allotment, the offie or the bar and he gets hopelessly disorientated.
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