Fuck the Flea Markets its too blowy 'n blustery, I,m out in the garden instead today.
You're brave I nipped out to rescue the basil which has been blown onto the ground and to survey the carnage of the potato plants which have been attacked by a windborne pink straw parasol and Lizzie and Squeaky the cat from next door fighting in them.
Its proper wild 'ere Cybz, hows things up your end?
Diabolical. Need to go to Spar but not sure if I'll return-can hear ominous clatterings from the garden. Glad I'm not at a festival.
fun pool?
*passes tanky the minstrels*
moomoo what would he do if he lost them
but then I suppose if they go together they have someone to speak to when he's not around