Isn't nature amazing? It seems the animals are tuned in to the Met forecast. All the robins and wrens are fluffy (presumably that traps air and keeps them warm) and I've never seen so many squirrels at once: busily hoovering up acorns and it seems, yew berries - are they immune to its poison?
Be assured, Davy Jones will have to wait a while. My head hurts. My neck hurts. My glands are swollen and my throat is sore. I have prescribed Whisky Macs - just taking the first dose now. With any luck I'll zonk out and wake up in time for a little TMS.
There will be a short intermission while I go out for more booze - I should be back in time for The Mentalist. Just going for a walk chaps, I may be some time.
I'm ill. I need more alcohol and more versions of DB to consider*. Or I could just annoy Sean and start a new thread about the best version of "Light My Fire". *Not that I for one moment think J. Locke Esq. will be surpassed.
201 for 5. When I first got up this morning it looked as if we were levelling what the Aussies did yesterday. Now I'm getting nervous - I think they are pulling away. Does any of that make sense? More coffee required.
Nectar of the gods. Heaven on earth. What Mick Mac owes me. Whisky and ginger wine. I blush to notice my spelling error earlier, of course, the whisky must have no 'e'.
Of course Rosie, this Saturday? Mick Mac - any silences while standing before good pictures will be mistaken for sublime raptures and we will think he has ineffable good taste, which we already know because he has asked us out.
Dulwich Picture Gallery (ensures no awkward silences); lunch in their cafe; if it's going well a romantic stroll to feed the ducks in the park and wind up in The Dog for whiskey macs and sweet nothings.