Ooooh goody it's term time. This means our student has departed and returned to his druggy university and I start my patchwork course. I will spend the morning sorting out fabrics, after I've houseworked.
I got the most enormous piece of beef from Internet Dating Jane's parents farm in Suffolk and yesterday we had a wondrous Sunday lunch. This was to celebrate the return of the golfer and the loss of the student. I have a nasty suspicion that I stroked our beef when it was alive last time I visited Suffolk - a fine Hereford cow with a loving expression. I tried not to think about it as I shoved in large mouthfuls accompanied by Yorkshire pudding and my home grown brocolli spears wrestled from pigeons.
Once again I failed to win the lottery. Never mind, soon I will get Granny's lovely money and I will buy a tiny weeny new laptop and then wonder where it's all gone.
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