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
