What's All This Then
Get a good grip of your chopper
whats all this then?" This was my postman's comment to the amount of card post leaving his hand yesterday. He was handing the 'bundle " through the open window much to the disgust of Mary who was lying in wait by the letterbox , ready to pull anything through with gleeful and overacting malice . " Its a competition " I informed him vaguely , " Though I'm a bit short on the smutty and gay entries!" Even though I am slightly short on the smutty and gay entries, I only said it for dramatic effect The postman nodded, unsure on what to say next. He's not a bag of laughs at the best of times...
Power cut
Just before it got dark our choir manager Hils ( not Jamie who is our 15 year old choirmaster- the one with the 1940's RAF moustache) sent us all a message
Thankfully I had lit the log burner and had candles and fairly lights in glass jars so everything was tickity boo ....who says gays can't cope with a crisis ?
I ate cheese and pickle and bread for tea and toasted the bread in front of the fire as the dogs and Albert sat in a semi circle waiting for tidbits. We then all retired to the sofa in a joint animal/human lump to listen to the music on my iPad
I had been given a set of six miniature ports for Christmas from Mrs Trellis and opened them all in the dark as we all waited for the electricity to come back on
I drank all of the port in one hour and listened to Audrey sing her lovely best song quite a few times
.....And cried
Shortly after my electricity went off."Hi All, reluctantly we’ve made an executive decision and there’ll be NO CHOIR this evening due to the weather. The sun did come out briefly this afternoon and so I’ve been hanging on ever hopeful but there’s another bank of dark cloud lurking and as the temperature is due to drop later it’s best to err on the side of caution, especially since all ways into the village involve some sort of hill! I think this is only the second time we’ve had to cancel because of bad weather, not a bad record…"
Thankfully I had lit the log burner and had candles and fairly lights in glass jars so everything was tickity boo ....who says gays can't cope with a crisis ?
I ate cheese and pickle and bread for tea and toasted the bread in front of the fire as the dogs and Albert sat in a semi circle waiting for tidbits. We then all retired to the sofa in a joint animal/human lump to listen to the music on my iPad
I had been given a set of six miniature ports for Christmas from Mrs Trellis and opened them all in the dark as we all waited for the electricity to come back on
I drank all of the port in one hour and listened to Audrey sing her lovely best song quite a few times
.....And cried
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