So close to the weekend aren’t we, I keep catching the faint whiff of Saturday morning’s sweet aroma on the morning breeze, alas her warm embrace remains far away.
Very little to do today. Early finish, swimming with the offspring (my fly’s pretty, um, fly, for a white guy) and then bed.
Had a beard trim last night and am somewhere between Lenin and Edward VII. Not sure they would have been the happiest of bedfellows had they ever crossed The Mall at the same time.
Right. Enough of me. Tell us all about U.