I'm bad. E has gone to the pub without me, as there are Christmas cards to give out, turkey to be picked up, as well as eggs. She says she'll have a glass or two. The thought of beer, or indeed any alcohol, appals me.
Why is the telly so awful on a Sunday afternoon?
MrsAckroyd ~ unashamedly barking - MrsAckroyd are playing at the Bothy this Friday 24 May, presenting a performance of dubious sanity and featuring the poems of Les Barker put to music by th...
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