I love tandoori whispers.
I love Vulcan bomb doors.
I love Werewolves...um, er, I mean wax.
I love X-rated Court hearings.
I love yacking to a bleedin' barrister for an hour, after schlapping my way into central London on what has turned out to be a sweltering day, while the little bugger that hasn't complied with his Court order has a nice lie in and then phones the Court just before the hearing is due to take place, to say that he is sick!!!! AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!
As a consolation, I sat in on a VERY interesting and funny case, involving lots of naughties. I may start a thread on it one day.
I love Zoos (human), otherwise known as Oxford Street, with millions of bleedin' tourists all over the place.
(you can tell, I've had a hard day).
I love B-holes who can't get out of bed to put a fire out.
I love Egyptology (really)
(thank God)
I love Frangipans
I love googling. I do it until it tires me out.
Where's she buggered off to?
I love Harrington jackets - (still have one from '73, but can't fit in it now, though)
I love justice and freedom of choice to choose the sprinkles on my doughnut
I love Kinder eggs...
But I have to put my reading glasses on now, to make the small toy...
