The common this afternoon was pure Georgian poetry
Yes, my dearios, yr hedjog is chillin' at Grayshott, for meanings of chillin' that include, steam-room on arrival -
(Where I was aghast, aghast, to see that wearing cozzies in the ladies's spa seems to have become the default; what is this that this is? Y O Y?)
Entirely splendid walk on the common this afternoon, and am delighted to relate that even though I have been feeling a bit run down over the last couple of weeks was well up in front, and even managed to overtake bloke who did that thing of pushing up ahead when we stopped to wait for stragglers to catch up... (having previously straggled).
Also, blissful cranial osteopathy.
Am now going to flop out, I think. This entry was originally posted at https://oursin.dreamwidth.org/2679338.html. Please comment there using OpenID. View
comments.