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Morning DM. Here I am making another bottle of milk... far too early for being up again but there you go. I may try to sneak back to bed after the liquid's been administered. It was a great night, and I know lots of people would have loved to have seen you there. Maybe next time. I don't recall any photos being taken, but maybe it's just that I didn't notice.

*passes through carrying bottle of recently-warmed milk* *looks somewhat tired*

Just dropping in while I wait for the baby's nighttime bottle of milk to warm up to say what a pleasure it was to meet all you good folk. Night night, and I hope the hangovers aren't too bad tomorrow. (Mine included.)

Very possibly. I shall go to somewhereoopnortforum.co.uk and see if they're there.

Waiting for some [expletive deleted] to get back to me and explain why they still haven't done a simple job that ought to take no more than five minutes.

*passes by outside window* *stops, returns to window and leans in to be sociable* *finds self straining somewhat to see inside with eyes that have become accustomed to the bright sunshine outside* *peers* *leans in further* *eyes adjust, and suddenly finds he appears to be staring at DM's bosom* Oh! Er, sorry. Um... *Eyes adjust more. Finds that it is in fact a copy of Razzle that has come to rest on her gently snoozing form, open at the centrefold* *thinks: gosh, if I had a monocle I'd be adjusting it right now* *thinks: I wonder whether I'd look silly in a monocle. And a top hat.* *sighs* ah well... another pleasure lost to the past. *continues with stroll outside*

I noticed that too. It did make me wonder.

Last time I revealed myself to two lovely ladies I got into an awful lot of trouble. :/

I misread that line slightly further up as: That all said, yeah, you're right it's probably keef.

Following on from matters discussed in page 1 of the yet more gun crime thread... I heard today from Richard Thomas ([email protected]) that new street lighting on Landells Road is a question of when and not if. And it sounds as if improved street lighting is on the cards for other streets in ED as well, although he didn't specifically name any others.

They must be a heavy burden.

I concur.

That'll be down to the scales, I'd imagine.

*enters* *sits* *eats mars bar* *grumps* *mutters to self something including the words: monkeys, idiots, Northern, incompetent, fire, elsewhere* *scowls*

I've never noticed the staff smoking in either shop. Not that I can't imagine them doing it.

Unless he takes a leaf from Wossissname Abramovich's book and goes for a Russian divorce. Cheap at half the price, apparently.

The CPT is two pubs in one, really. The new bit and the old bit. I like the old bit best. Plough Homecraft, the DIY place up by the library, is excellent. Very well stocked, with knowledgeable and helpful staff.

DM, I find it nigh on impossible to imagine you destitute and begging - skagheaded, bescarved and baby-borrowing or otherwise.

Lounged! (It's my new word, OK, and as such I'm going to work it until it catches on.)

I am not crazy. I am not a nurse. I am not a norse. Nor is my wife. I think that covers everything.

AJ Farmers is excellent. Before we knew what it was called the mrs and I used to call it 'the everything shop'.

Unless the disagreeable character is the freeholder, of course.

Oh, and I've seen Jo Brand of course. And I got a lovely smile off Jenny Eclaire by the citrus fruit in Sainsbury's once.

I bet you say that to all the boys, deary. ;)

*enters and takes a seat in a leather armchair near the window* *makes it known, by way of subtle and above-all quiet signs, to Jenkins the butler that he wishes for a club sandwich to be freshly made and conveyed to him at Jenkins's earliest convenience* *settles back with some reading matter* *awaits sandwich*