One of those mornings where the front garden is full of the smell of new pine fence panels and primroses. I have decided that I need to make the time to enjoy these things while they are available.
As we join the motorway the car in front of us is a pretend sports car: a four-door saloon with a drop top and pretensions. It's such a nice morning that we forgive the driver the coat hangers on the backs of the seats. If we ever get a sports car we'll have a Corby trouserpress in the back.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
How are you, then, this fine morning?
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It is indeed a fine morning Kevin! Once you've got the trouser press installed, all you need is a Teasmade
I think I will buy you a sports car just to make real the vision.
Sx
....and I'll be there to take the photos Scarlet
Nothing better than a fine English morning - especially if wearing pressed trousers
i'd like to ride shotgun, if that's ok, sugar! ;~D xoxoxoxo
This sound of this 'we' is surely the most pleasant aspect of this pondering.
'I have decided that I need to make the time to enjoy these things while they are available.'
Best idea you've had in a while:)
You sound carefree. How wonderful!
What a lively sight, with all of us waving and cheering. (Much better than a Royal Wedding!)
ooh...my my word ver. is furtle
worm: in the dashboard! How true.
Scarlet: bless you lady!
nursemyra: we'll pose at Brooklands.
Lulu: yes, indeedy!
savannah: we'll put you on the muffin machine. :-)
Gadjo: it is, indeed (when we're not poking each other with sticks to make sure we're awake).
It is, Pat.
eyeball: nearly, most of the time, thanks
moreidelthoughts: we shall all have sports cars, dammit, replete with trouser presses, integrated wine coolers, teasmaids and little fires for toasting marshmallows. Huzzah!
Sorry, got carried away and a bit giddy.
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