L is now asking me for the unspeakable for Christmas. A
book. I shall play as hard to get as possible.
She says I didn't play that hard to get when she was asking
for boots. I remind her that Santa has not yet delivered those boots. Very
presumptuous of her.
Dogging survives a 6pm pitch inspection but clearly only
just, as we slip and slide around the course until it becomes so dangerous
everyone just stops fuddles instead. Is that the correct word? People have brought
chocolates. Well everyone has brought chocolates except me. Yet everyone who has
brought chocolates are on diets. So why do they do it or is it just to fatten
me up.
(Monday 16th December)
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