Well, if you want to know how I spent the night, it was a tussle.
All by myself☹️
After that sudden downpour, my chaps seem to have shrunk.
Think shrink to fit Levis in the 1970s, without the bath.
I couldn't budge the bloomin' things - like being trapped between two scaffolding planks.
Plenty of volunteers to apply saddle soap, to no avail, so I creaked off home, toute seule, my tears adding to the shrunken leather.
Had to cut myself out of them in the end with a pair of garden shears. Never again.
Could we not call the roof garden a terrace? A Friday afternoon of civilised imbibing? I can bring my Mum's bone china tea service.
Eat your heart out, Betty's.
Will we be moving soon?