It’s only 7.55 and I can hardly stand up! The Guinness is flowing ( mainly down my throat) and the crowd are going wild for my version of Danny Boy ( he drinks a whisky drink,he drinks a lager drink etc) I get knocked down but I get up again.....the story of my life.
Am going to sink into that glittery golden chair over there for a bit, funny though I don’t remember buying that?
By all that’s holy!! It’s not a chair it’s ......Chewbacca
After Cataract op I understand I need sunglasses.
Glamorous Granny Gloria, Pickles and tuk-tuk all the way to John Lewis..
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