Evening dawgs. There is light in my life - thank you mister electrician man - and now all I have to do is buy two new ceiling lights. I would buy the colander one
Shaney if I saw it here! (For the kitchenette, that is.)
Ha, my uncle who lived in Britain for decades had an apartment in Wimbledon and was able to watch tennis from the balcony. Later on when he lived in the Cotswolds he worked for Ede & Ravenscroft in Oxford, so I think he first worked at E&R in London - seen any Swedes there,
jno? He married a British nun when he was young. Or... well, she wasn't really a nun yet, but she had emigrated to France and joined a band of nuns ha ha and finished her novitiate and was now returning to Britain one final time only to say goodbye to her parents before taking her vows, and that's when my uncle met her - and strutted his stuff, apparently!
Well,
Woofy, I got tired of being perceived and pursued as a male. "Swedeheart" will make people at least think twice, I'm hoping. (Or do I sound like a knight now?)
Is the Bunny Boiler around? No? Good, don't tell her I told you this but I've discovered she's a member at a very dodgy site. I swear I was just looking for cufflinks for my dear old grandfather when - me being a foreigner - I wrote "handcuffs" instead of cufflinks and was directed to this page where people do unspeakable things to bunnies, like putting them in the microwave. It does seem to be consensual and everything -
this is her profile picture on that site - but it's too weird for me. And what about George - first he comes out of the closet and now he's got lipstick all over his trunk - he does shop around our George does...!
georgy porgy