Once more the drawbridge is down and I am throwing the doors open to you all. Her Ladyship is a little delayed - no doubt high tea has developed into an evening soiree, such is the way with the aristocracy. However I did not want anyone to be waiting outside in this chill damp air.
The buffet sideboard is as usual laden with delights and I have a huge pot of freshly made wild mushroom soup on the Aga.
This week's guest Tailcock is the 'Biker-boot' a real kick-start to the night and does 0-60 erm, very quickly.
My contribution to the Rofl:
4 rolled up newspapers
Empty cookie tin (model of a tractor)
2 pairs of fishnet pop sox (one lilac one lime)
Right, pouring down, I'm sleeping in the big house Not with alex mind, me and Unk will be in the lower lesser upper guest bedroom, see you tomorrow for a full English.
Slop stone?? Still confused, even more confused after wrestling Elllie for the joint. Wandering off now, not going back to that place, may find a nook in the big house, set 2 extra spaces for me and Unk tomorrow mamya if you don't mind.