I met an old friend today. I thought we'd spend a few hours together but she wanted to make a day of it and I'm glad she did because I enjoyed myself very much.
Bert was on his own all day and when I returned at around 5pm he was scoffing a filled baguette and a plate of pickles.
That's a late lunch.
Breakfast, actually.
You're not wise.
I kept thinking you'd be back with something nice to eat.
Why would I do that? Sure our shelves are groaning with food. I thought we had a pact to eat what is actually there rather than continuously buy more stuff?
That is actually true as we are trying to decommission a chest freezer. It is supposed to be emptied by Christmas but it's not going to be easy.
Charity shop find, a present for my friend
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