I'm bad. E has gone to the pub without me, as there are Christmas cards to give out, turkey to be picked up, as well as eggs. She says she'll have a glass or two. The thought of beer, or indeed any alcohol, appals me.
Why is the telly so awful on a Sunday afternoon?
BRAPA - The Heavy Woollen Cats of Walthamstow (Part 1 of 2) - It was that joyful biannual bananary time of year when I take a group of work friends on a BRAPA expedition. We're becoming more adventurous as time goe...
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