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?
JARL, AND THE SEARCH FOR A THIRD HEART IN COLDSTREAM - I could have lumped The Castle in with the Besom on the previous post but I find writing more than 500 words tiring as I reach extreme old age. Even BRAPA...
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