Whitby and stuff
I may get around to doing a proper Whitby post; you never know. It was, on the whole, Jolly Good. Fab friends (you know who you are) including some new ones; lots of food and drink (some might say excessive amounts, but we don't listen to them, do we??) and random bizarre purchases - I might, for instance, have accidentally bought a ukelele and spent a happy afternoon learning to play it while flooks sloped off to the Elsi. I got called things from 'a social magnet' to 'that mad woman' and 'the most bonkers person I know'. (Who'd have thought it?!)
And now I am back with my hobgoblins, whom I missed very much so while it is mad busy again I am pleased to be here; and also back at work, which is currently such a pile of rancid monkey pants that I am considering a new career. I wonder if I could do George Formby impressions...?
And now I am back with my hobgoblins, whom I missed very much so while it is mad busy again I am pleased to be here; and also back at work, which is currently such a pile of rancid monkey pants that I am considering a new career. I wonder if I could do George Formby impressions...?