Nigel's blackcurrant picker is fixed so he was to busy to come to the pub. We took Sarah to The Peacock but the Spitfire that was in the carpark had gone much to Sarah's disappointment. We gave her a couple of ciders which I hoped softened the blow along with some charming music from The Stings.
Back home to find my blackcurrant jam has not set. If I was not in public I would be typing many expletives.
The Stings
Pen with Watercolour
Recycled Card
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