This evening, truly. He is washing his hands in downstairs cloakroom, I am in kitchen dishing up. Him: "don't put me a lot out." Me: "I won't but it has to be a reasonable meal." Annoyed riposte "what do you mean I've drunk too much beer? I've only had a glass!" Are there two of them? Are there two of me? Are our parallel universes colliding ??
Good Morning Sunday 23rd August 2926


On the other hand it can be very convenient to let things go over my head.
