forkandles

I need cheese. Real cheese. Like a v. mature camembert that oozes out of the box & absorbs the kitchen roll next to it.

I forgot my parents' wedding anniversary last week. I'm a cunt.


I didn't choose to be there today - I had a garden to attend to (a friend's brother, i wouldn't go that far otherwise) - but Twickenham on a match day? Never again if I have anything to do with it; unless I am actually going for the rugger. Speaking of scrums, today's the day. How many SG-ers can you get into a pub.

I made a complete hash of cutting & pasting a moment ago. The result has a surreal quality & made me laugh so I kept it (below).
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I need cheese. Real cheese. Like a v. mature camembert that forgot my parents' wedding anniversary last week. I'm a cunt. oozes out of the box & absorbs the kitchen roll next to it.
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Mon 29th. A new week. ..... The end of my email address changes from '.net.uk' to '.com' today for those who have it & who I haven't told yet. If you use the old suffix i won't get it

The first of 3 appointments at the dentist later on to get my new gold crown fixed up. I'll soon have more 'capital' in my mouth than in my bank account.

Mmmm. Freshly baked croissants. Excuse dribbling - it's butter. No, really.