|We did not eat them. You have to know what you are doing|
|I also made that quilt and that cushion and painted that table. Go me|
|I wander past this every day clutching my glass of water|
|He is my big fat lad. Oh bloody hell Alfie, go home!|
|From my new office which I am going to manage. O but how can I do both?! It is the classic double bind which leads to psychological confusion|
I know it is overdone. I know it is counterproductive. I know it is naff. But I am inspired by a woman I read about in the Derbyshire Times. We were particularly charmed by her intention to massage Bernie Clifton. I would like to state at this point that I have actually met Bernie Clifton, and there is a photo extant of us together which my mother would probably email me if I asked her nicely. But I am not putting him on my list (although he is perfectly nice. Don't feel rejected, Bernie, I'm happy to massage you if you're ever in Cambridge, although I'd probably rather just buy you a coffee). So I shall finalise my list and then I will consider if I want to share it. I will consider.
Anyway, sorry to be away so long! Grit your collective teeth for the random thoughts to come...