So you're all living next door to the
barbequers from hell... Get this: The people living on the ground floor have built a
barbecutorium almost beneath my window!!!!! And me I live on the second floor!! In-effin'-credible, can you believe it.
I've had a lovely weekend and now there's the devil to pay - budget's strained and the old aches and pains are upset - walking does me good but not all that much walking. But, nevertheless - it's been great. Apart from one very light shower of rain (followed by such a beautiful rainbow), the weather's been incredible - it's summer!
The Master And Margarita wasn't a good production on the whole (poor director methinks) but there was a band and a couple of singers on stage all the time and one of the singers, a West African man named Mamadou Sene, was amazing - remember where you hoid it the foist time. After the play I punched one of my best friends on the nose, ha ha ha ha ha! I did! We were standing at the cloak room and I was flailing my arms around wildly like I always do when trying to get my coat on (so lady-like) when my good old friend suddenly leaned forward into my space saying "Pardon?" to one of the others who had addressed her. The one leaning forward is the one I've mentioned before who has very poor eyesight and man she did not see me coming!!
Tell you more the next time, I'm really beat right now.
Robinia it's great to have you back where you should be. <
Just remember not to lean forward in front of me from now on and I think we'll have these sudden headaches of yours sorted in no time, he he.
is there a doctor in the house
(Nitie nite Shaney.)