The youngsters pay good money for that sort of thing.
Hope you're OK, Frazz, bloody dogs can be a menace. Hartley had me over once when I had a pint in one hand, him on his lead in the other and he spotted a free range chicken. I did get a free pint out of the trauma.
Not today .... I went out yesterday and managed to plant my face in the pathway.
Freddie decided to cut across me as I was in fall stride......... My top lip looks like it's been botoxed and my nose an chin are scuffed and changing colour, I did managed to avoid doing a "Toril"
Just hoping knees and shoulders have escaped any lasting issues.
Having face planted myself early December I know it can really shake you to the core. Spoil yourself over the next few days Frazz
It was the monthly Lunch Bunch today. Cathy, who arranges it, chooses a different restaurant every month.There were 22 of us and it was a new place called of all things, The Amorous Project.
It was both atmospheric and pretentious. My loaded jacket potato (which was delicious) was sitting on a napkin in a wooden box filled with straw. Once I cut into it, it was impossible to eat without getting a mouthful of straw so I had it transferred to a plate.There were cocktails in hip flasks which were in wooden boxes filled with dry ice which escaped in a cloud upon opening and other gimmicks galore. I was boring and had a bottle of Mammos lager...
The company was fine and we had a good laugh.
It's a great pity the right of free speech isn't based on the obligation to say something sensible.