^I am experiencing odd memory gaps and I even managed to lose my car keys today after a 4km run along the sand
Followed by a picnic with a petite pixie from deepest darkest Romania with an authentic heavily Draculated accent
The humid stormy weather this week is producing some atmospheric cloudscapes just crying out for Nigel's paintbrush
We were packing up the picnic when I realised the keys to the chariot had misappropriated themselves. No amount of rummaging or searching turned them up. The Transylvanian temptress eventually found this note tucked into my wing mirror.
This random lady had used the remote to figure out which car they belonged to when she found the keys on a bench. She had then left the note on my car instead of taking her for a joyride. Praise be to the Lordy Jesus!
^I think I only succeeded in embarrassing myself by gormlessly losing my keys and then flapping round looking for them in the fading light while she sensibly found the note!
That's a feel good story for sure despite your not getting your Romanian wings. I'm sure NOT getting the keys would of been an expensive exercise
Still have it on the unread section of me bookcase.
Feeling fluffier and gayer just reading it.
#pray4Beanz
Prolly picked up some weed and got baked.
To keep the thread on topic.
Bed - to sofa - to bookcase - to sofa - where I shall remain firmly entrenched for the next 24 hours while swearing to never drink again.
Scar Tissue and Slash are both decent reads.
Brings back some memories. I must have bought it around 16 years ago. I remember I lent it to an old mate that I was working with 2008-2010, and got it back around 6 months later before leaving, and then he shouted myself and another mate tickets to see Slash in Impact Arena in 2011. Perhaps called Slash's Snakepit at the time. Global reviews called them The best GnR cover band ever. Great gig. Great days. Blimey 15 years goes by fast.
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The saintly finder and keeper of the keys lady was off for a walk when I called her phone so I had to wait 10 minutes for her to get back. She very conscientiously demanded a detailed description of the keyring before agreeing to come and hand them back. The Transylvanian temptress kept me company while we waited and I recovered my composure but I fear I had not presented my most ept self.
Very girly handwriting indeed!
The good Persian doctor lady wanted to go on safari to see the kangaroos today so I obliged her with a chariot ride
She needed to get some FB selfies to impress her family back in Iran
She got up close and snugly with some hand feeding
I had doubts about her clinical credentials when she observed that the kangaroo was doing a poo, so I put her straight on the marsupial facts of life.
We finished the trek with some sparkling red to wash down the Barbari bread with cream cheese and walnuts which she had brought from Brissy as she is flexible about her spiritual scriptural proscriptions. I love a drop of bubbly red now and again to mix it up from my regular white.
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