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Saturday, 19 May 2018

Waking up...

in bed this morning wearing a scarf?  He looked at me strangely, well you would wouldn’t you?  Even after all these years, he seems constantly amazed at how a sane ordinary bloke has got tangled up with such an exotic creature?

‘Why are you looking at me oddly?’

‘Well you do have previous with scarves, leaving one in the pub last night!’

I ought to explain, although I am working hard to perfect my dotty old woman image,(trouble is I am succeeding too blooming well)that really wasn’t the reason I was dressed for winter. It was after my  4 a.m. wanderings.  The house at that time of day is cold due to no central heating at the mo; funky rad’s are eagerly awaited.  As I sit drinking tea and hatching out more madcap plans it gets cold.  All blood transfers to my hugely overworked thinking brain,
 leaving the rest of the bod starved of the life affirming nutrients.  Alright it’s a load of tosh, but you have got to admit it sounds vaguely feasible?
Anyway, back to bed I go and forget to take off my scarf.
And there you have it.
Simple really.


I won’t be watching the wedding, will you? I do have previous, but that’s a story for another day, maybe?

5 comments:

  1. Oh, I will, looking forward to it very much. I love pomp and pageantry! :-)

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    1. Enjoy! I expect I will see bits of it on the news.

      LX

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    2. Thank you. I did enjoy it, very much.

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  2. I left England thirty years ago leaving all behind me thus I have no interest whatsoever in what goes on over there.

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    1. The deed is now done, let us all get with our lives in the real world.

      LX

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