Call me little Miss Mundane...
Lily has no brain - its all pooped out. Its been a while since my last blog (sounds like a confession)... (perhaps it should be a confession) "What's there to confess?"
Let me see now - parties, work, party again, then some work - sun shining, so another party and then work and then one almighty party... "I confess, I think I have an alergy to wine! Gin, that's ok - Jack Daniels' oh yes, that goes down nicely - Pimms, lovely for this time of the year, but, WINE - drink loads, feel ok, then start jabbering on about crap, pass out, wake up and don't remember any of my jabber!"
I've bought rows of vins in a bloody vineyard for goodness sake and for some reason over the last 2 years, I drink it and pay for it big time. I love it - but it turns me into a washed up mollusc! It's not fair, I seem to have developed an intolerance to this heavenly juice. Perhaps I should start buying shares in JD instead.
This is a totally meaningless blog - I am ranting again...
...but, I like it
MarkJT
I've worked it out. If you acquire another 16% of the vineyard you'll be in control. You can insist on growing Shiraz grapes.
By the way, according to Henry Arthur Jones,' Wine is the nurse of all great imaginative literature.'
Feel better now?