Bert is in turmoil. See him bite his lip as he ponders his many worries.
That sofa they're all sitting on was top of my list for the bonfire. I wanted to discourage hordes of long-legged men from sitting about my kitchen impeding me from going about my housewifely business. Yes Clint, yes Young Lothario, yes Rodders - I'm talking about you. At least Ian sits on a hard chair with his legs tucked under the kitchen table.
But with Bert in turmoil I have decided that I cannot deprive him of his comfy sofa.
And now he has found a home for the spare den chair that was also destined for the fire. Apparently Dee Mac wants a comfy chair for her polytunnel. She says it's for her dog Herman. Mmmm.
This bonfire is getting smaller by the minute.
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Gee thanks - is it the Irish thing or is it because I'm living proof that the perimenopause can be fun?
Thanks - hope you've noticed you're on my blogroll.
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