Arise in darkness before even the larks are awake. Breakfast on cold porridge without milk (since the old cow died). Bid farewell to my tearful wife who is beyond comforting. To London, in great trepidation, and a divers collection of colonials, poets and internet scribes.
Of which more, God willing, anon.
Hey - he's calling us names again!
ReplyDeleteHeh heh ... but shortly we can exact our terrible revenge.
ReplyDelete*evil laughter*
Have fun, Pundy!
ReplyDeleteIt was too short! Next time we need to take over a hotel and talk all night.
ReplyDeleteSo good to finally meet, Bill.
Cracking idea, minx!
ReplyDeleteWhen is the next time?
I'm a new reader and really love the words you use in your writings. What a wonderful blog!
ReplyDeleteCheers!
- Jo
Did you get eaten down there?
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