I've had a mixed weekend - Wilf was unavailable so yesterday I went on a walking tour of Upper Helsham with Mother and her group. Later I attended one of the group's 'Farewell to Last of The Summer Wine' party. It was more fun than you could ever imagine, Mrs Fairweather-Lowe dressed up as Nora Batty and Mrs Clapton donned a mini skirt and boob tube to impersonate Marina. Mother wore a pair of old tweeds pulled high up her body, a torn tank top and wellies as a tribute to her favourite character, the dearly departed Compo. We drank, as you would expect, a case of English wine, which was pretty dreadful but at 12 per cent proof, who flipping cares?
I now can't sleep due to suffering a terrible headache all day which even paracetamol couldn't shift. I keep thinking about Mr A - he's based in London for the next couple of weeks, so I may mosey down to his desk at some point.
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