Miscellaneous witterings
Last night I was rather unwise and went to the pub. In Reading. And then I had a pint of Strongbow. And then I had two half-pints of Weston's Old Rosie. And then I decided staying up until one in the morning explaining all about all my cousins to deeply_spurious was a good idea. And then I slept in my contact lenses.
Scrumpy. Just say no.
Leaving Reading this morning I nearly hit two herons flying across the road. I thought they were unusually big birds, and then I got closer and thought they were really big, and then I saw dangly legs. Not your typical urban road menace.
I've also found blueberries in the fridge with a best-before date of July 21st. The first mystery is how they survived without going the teensiest bit mouldy, and the second mystery is how on earth they escaped being eaten for so long.
Scrumpy. Just say no.
Leaving Reading this morning I nearly hit two herons flying across the road. I thought they were unusually big birds, and then I got closer and thought they were really big, and then I saw dangly legs. Not your typical urban road menace.
I've also found blueberries in the fridge with a best-before date of July 21st. The first mystery is how they survived without going the teensiest bit mouldy, and the second mystery is how on earth they escaped being eaten for so long.