Barry, don't sit there...
I am home. Yes. I have had a lovely time and beer and kittens too, in Cambridge where there has been a beer festival and kittens too. Now I am home.
On my way home, I stopped to talk to a cat:
"Who's a pretty tortie sitting on a wall?" quoth I.
"That would be me," quoth she - or at least she said meep!, which I took to mean "Well, I don't see any other torties on any other walls, do you, stupid ape?" or words to that effect...
Barry, don't sit there. Really. (Not transparent, our Barry. Not in the least. But I am home, and so must be sat upon and sat in front of until they are quite sure that they have the entirety of my attention.)
For dinner tonight I fried potatoes and carrots and onions and chillies and celery and bacon and chorizo all together, and then dressed it in a bowl with a mustard vinaigrette before breaking in a couple of fried eggs. I say that's a salad. Vinaigrette, people...
I am home. Yes. I have had a lovely time and beer and kittens too, in Cambridge where there has been a beer festival and kittens too. Now I am home.
On my way home, I stopped to talk to a cat:
"Who's a pretty tortie sitting on a wall?" quoth I.
"That would be me," quoth she - or at least she said meep!, which I took to mean "Well, I don't see any other torties on any other walls, do you, stupid ape?" or words to that effect...
Barry, don't sit there. Really. (Not transparent, our Barry. Not in the least. But I am home, and so must be sat upon and sat in front of until they are quite sure that they have the entirety of my attention.)
For dinner tonight I fried potatoes and carrots and onions and chillies and celery and bacon and chorizo all together, and then dressed it in a bowl with a mustard vinaigrette before breaking in a couple of fried eggs. I say that's a salad. Vinaigrette, people...