Nope.
Hillman, It Was Really Nothing.
Heaven Knows I'm Mitsubishi Now.
The Boy With The Ford In His Side.
Oh good, it's raining again.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
She's so posh...
Crikey.
Men down! The very, very wind has wreaked havoc on the #bins.
Why have you tagged me into this? Flair I can understand but moi??
A lovely late morning nap ruined by cold call from some gutter cleaning company. Fuming, here.
Get a post spinach Popeye to suck it up with his pipe.
No.
Practising.
open.spotify.com/track/6XsEnT...
Pitch an unnecessary sequel.
My Big Fat Greek Divorce.
Awake early but suitably refreshed after 8 hours uninterrupted sleep. Time to grab the carp, whatever.
Kin'ell.
In town Friday...
Bed before 8pm third night in a row. Comfy AF.
My treat (currently) is dark chocolate digestives. Not v good for glucose either but hey ho.
You're settled on fries, then?
I love it but it's v bad for my glucose levels.
Arf.
Euphemism?
Whittles kebab pie is a particular favourite of mine.
One thing is certain, I shall NOT be missing the #bins this week.
First one of the year. I'm off for a shower and arrange a funeral for my back.
