Scissor would be no6 probably. I really really like the debut.
Evening all. My night’s been brightened no end by this story about An Post launching a series of Father Ted stamps - all with quotes from the series - and Mrs Doyle having quite the interview on RTÉ about it…
Yeast or a giant brain plotting to take over the world? Only time will tell…
There’s a national shortage of cardboard egg boxes.
Hello! Not done much today except take Mrs F to the doctor and then we went for a little look at the sea
Had sausage, egg and chips for tea now watching more Office. Got the dread.
Just got back from seeing my best friend’s mum for her birthday. Her mum is one of my favourite people in the world. I left her house with an actual party bag that contained a thing of bubbles, a muller corner and nothing else. Chuffed
Which Muller Corner was it?
Raspberry
Not bad. Not bad at all.
No, I was very pleased. Never think to get myself a yoghurt so I’ll really enjoy that. Her husband/my friend’s dad nearly tackled me on the way out to check it wasn’t a cheesecake one
I like him.
Talking of yoghurt I’d just got into Stapleton dairy yoghurt and was so enamoured I followed em on fb.
They’ve just posted a message saying they’re shutting up shop in part due to corona
Ffs is nothing sacred
He’s great is our Kev. The women at the WI all think he’s called Trev, what with them all being old and hard of hearing and that. He’s never corrected them, so if you say TREV he instinctively turns around
Sorry to hear that tilts, that’s a real shame
Gonna make a pot or a mug or something this evening. everyone get into ceramics now
There’s a man who comes in my work who swears blind to his wife every time that my name is Ken. Fucking Ken.
I’d get that checked out either way
doesn’t even rhyme! Funnily enough I thought the old fella who lived upstairs was called Ken, Ken who does the bins, when I see him I say “morning/afternoon/evening Ken!” and his name isn’t Ken, it’s Ron
Finished my book. Watching Parts Unknown in Kenya. Gonna whack some glass in the glass bin. Get some berries for pancakes and maybe some other stuff.
Maybe there are no actual Kens.
Years ago there was a couple who used to come in the pub in my village where I worked and he used to call me Nick and one night she said to him ‘you do know his names not Nick!’ turned to me and said ‘I’m really sorry about that Philip.’
doesn’t even rhyme!
