Another picture of Celia in the garage

I've started to create home made humour cards. The obvious line eg;
'If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?'
has been avoided, with one that makes you think about your feet.
True love, after all, is a warm foot job on a cold night.

Got round to trying an interesting combination of salmon fillets
cooked in the oven in greek yoghurt and honey mixture. Hmmm. What
a treat with sliced new potaoes and cold chianti wine.
Scrabble and tribal wars for afters.

Finally took a wobbly spin on the big wheel in the square for an
eyeful of Nottingham.A short video is posted on Facebook.

It is my solemn duty to report the scrabble score and not to gloat.
R = 2; M = 0

A tot of Japanese Sake after scrambled egg on toast was not a good idea this morning. Swotting up for the never ending film quiz might be more useful. A most miserable, dreary, dull and wet day is lurking outside.

Eating a juicy apple after eggs and bacon was spot on this morning.
Eating Japanese was very tasty last night.

Just a light breakfast this morning due to going japanese with
Joseph and Karen this evening. 3min boiled egg with grilled bacon (unsmoked) on toast. Darts to remind me that practice makes perfect.

Got into the swing of it this morning after the night before down Pump Lane. Pump Lane? Where's that? It's where you have a good time.

December 1st has come round again, this time on a bright Saturday morning. The fish is from Indonesia. The fudge is from Ilfracombe.
The seating is a Regency style, Liberty print, single carved chaise for watching weekend TV. The rest is a secret.

Breakfast this morning is different to other mornings, in honour of
the wine I've been hunting for ages and found, after driving 56 miles
yesterday. I had to find a bottle to discover how old vine wine tasted. Sipped with grilled pork sausages on toast (from Waitrose).
Unusually delicious. After brekkie, it's off to my favourite female
barber for a quick cropping session.

One balloon deserves another.

Looking throught the keyhole is not as innocent as it appears.Wednesday is wish day. ie: 'I wish I could beat the GA at
darts' or beat the big RV at scrabble, without the aid of internet
look up dictionaries and unheard of obsolete words like 'ditz' etc

Life is a game. Darts is a contest. Scrabulous is a strange language
lottery; viz - 'There's a cenobite scrabbler living in Basford who is a right elytroid'

The morning after the night before. The message on the badge should be reversed - 'get your hands on my body'. That's more like it on Mondays.

Follow the instructions for best results

Scanned the papers this morning but couldn't find any reports on
last night's performance.

A very interesting and enjoyable evening.46 ladies attended and
every seat was taken. They could appreciate my aftershave combination
on the back row. And my Versace film director's jacket on the front row.

This evening I've been invited to give a talk about film (and life)
to the Harlequins Group. Ladies only audience. I wonder what they'll
force out of me tonight. I'll be choosing my aftershave carefully.

Best thing to do this morning is to slip into the bath with Mrs.Jones. Lots going on today, best to smell nice.