Oh dear, sweet Lord on a pogo stick. I’m sure you’re all now well-acquainted with the fact that for someone who is, objectively speaking, really very clever, I am amazingly, inconceivably stupid most of the time. It is the tiny tragedy of my otherwise joyous life. I do stupid things all the time. It’s like there’s a tiny bomb of stupidity located
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Oooh, with you having watched Phantom (trust you watched the beautiful extras with Cliff Richard etc - or whatever it was) may I take it home with me tomorrow? I miss it... *weeps into hankie in corner*
Also, have you any need of eggs for this evening's repast? Because I have four & the box says they are best before tomorrow and I have Failed To Bake and ARGH! Aussi, is there a dress-code? As it is a Proper Grown-Up Dinner Party, I mean? (And because any change to wear a frock or swishy skirt is not to be missed, evidently...)
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Eggs would actually be handy, actually, thanks.
And yes, of course you may take it away with you. We were saying that only yesterday...
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Will bring eggs along with me & swap them for my Andrew Lloyd-Bach DVD Of JOY.
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Liss for Poet Laureate?
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