This morning, to ready myself for the Christmas season, I went out and bought a four pinter of milk. If you're aware of my shopping habits then you'll know that I always choose the carton with the longest 'use by' date, even if that means that I don't receive my first choice of fat content. For example: today's milk was the 0.5% fat version, which I absolutely despise, but needs must.
What am I doing for Christmas? Well, it's me, Father and his friend, 'Uncle' Bernie, who tends to drink pints of stout, wear stained vests and scratches his genitals during The Queen's Speech. He last visited in 1998 and proceeded to touch Mother's bottom whilst she was mixing the Paxo Sage 'n' Onion stuffing and was banned from the house thereafter.
I'm going to visit James between Christmas and New Year as they always hire a log cabin in Blean Woods. I am looking forward to it.
A blog about a strange forty-something woman who lives in the London suburbs, likes wearing acrylic and saving money.
Friday, 23 December 2016
Wednesday, 7 December 2016
James
Apologies for the delay in writing, but I've been a bit tied up (not literally) with a number of things, one being the splendid James. We have dating for a few weeks now and went to the cinema this afternoon to see Allied. We sat at the back, but readers will be pleased to learn that he did not touch me inappropriately. We then stepped into the adjacent Frankie & Benny's. I had the black and blue burger and he, the lasagne verde.
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