Glass ooer!
As I was waiting for Butter's chariot, I decided to have a wee taster of the champagne - didn't want to let the side down if it was "off" [seeings as Bags is a connoisseur]
. Well, as it is very mild here in Kintyre
, I sort of got dozey and a trifle dizzy
Closed my eyes and dreamt that I was marching along Downing St., and making a right royal rascal of myself
. I awoke with a start - bottle empty - husband calling "where are you?" and realised that I'd missed the chariot.
Hearing aids called smart hearing
Soops place of refuge and friends
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