Can I make a mild confession, here … ?
Can I … ?
You’re going to GET one, whether you want to hear it, or not.
Believe it or not, I’ve been At my Uncle Brian’s birthday do.
Which was rather good, it HAD to be said.
Damn good bit of beef, I should add: with some form of pepper -corn coating that only added to the fact that was a damn good slice of beef … !
If you follow me … ?
Possibly … not … … …
At ANY rate … I’ll confess I’m stuffed.
Going back for seconds? Possibly wasn’t the best idea.
My four year-old nephew, Jude, bit it in his usual tactful way, on the way back home from Kent.
“Uncle Paul’s bottom smells!”
Heigh-ho … !
At any rate, I meant to quickly tell you about something I couldn’t do, last night.
Quite simply … ?
To tell you I’d finally caught last night’s episode of Dr Who. And throughly enjoyed it.
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