Tsk. So how long have we got to wait amongst the incontinent crowd for the speech then? My carnations have gone all soggy and my brolly has blown inside out. Sx
Gyppo you bugger. What is the smell of the sound of someone falling over? That's what's wrong with the BBC. I want my licence fee back. Or am I just a drunken old fashioned pedant? Give me the fucking money. I wants it.
I can't imagine Mrs. P. going to Zoinks or Splatt, they're both a bit too Hooray and the skiing's purely for the plaster cast filled with sachets of laudenum and Parma violets.
Ladie Clarissa, that my affection accompanies you, as the soft breeze of an evening of summer under a starry sky! I kiss you very ,mais alors !Very strong!
Ah, I envy you, Mrs. P. I have not skied since moving back to the flatlands of Central Canada in 2003. Being akin to a tabletop makes swooshing down the slopes somewhat impossible.
I am like HE, and am a two planker, but with hyperbolic skis.... tricky but fast!
Dear all, I am home! I will replying to your delightful comments when there is nothing else to do. In the meantime, console yourselves with my delightful new post, and God bless you all. CLdeMP xx
Tsk. So how long have we got to wait amongst the incontinent crowd for the speech then? My carnations have gone all soggy and my brolly has blown inside out.
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Unncanny. I just made a plasticine cuckoo clock last night. Good sailing, Mrs P!
ReplyDeleteIf you enjoy sliding downhill, so be it....
ReplyDeleteDude, my guess is that you're an old school Two-Planker like moi who loves hittin' gnarly sweet spots on a ten-eighty?
ReplyDeleteHave fun talkin' smack to the manky knuckle-draggers on lunch trays and stay clear of the rag doll screaming starfish comin' at you like a zorb!
I didn't understand a word of that last comment.
ReplyDeleteFarewell, then, Mrs P. Again.
Neither did I, Gdansk, you're going to?
ReplyDeleteOh sorry, I'm having a slow day... off-piste and on the snow....
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take care/be well/stay(relatively)safe, sugar! xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteWhy would anyone want to go skiing at a resort whose very name is redolent of the sound of somebody falling over?
ReplyDeleteGyppo you bugger. What is the smell of the sound of someone falling over?
ReplyDeleteThat's what's wrong with the BBC. I want my licence fee back. Or am I just a drunken old fashioned pedant?
Give me the fucking money.
I wants it.
I can't imagine Mrs. P. going to Zoinks or Splatt, they're both a bit too Hooray and the skiing's purely for the plaster cast filled with sachets of laudenum and Parma violets.
ReplyDeleteLadie Clarissa, that my affection accompanies you, as the soft breeze of an evening of summer under a starry sky!
ReplyDeleteI kiss you very ,mais alors !Very strong!
Ah, I envy you, Mrs. P. I have not skied since moving back to the flatlands of Central Canada in 2003. Being akin to a tabletop makes swooshing down the slopes somewhat impossible.
ReplyDeleteI am like HE, and am a two planker, but with hyperbolic skis.... tricky but fast!
Enjoy!
Dear all, I am home! I will replying to your delightful comments when there is nothing else to do. In the meantime, console yourselves with my delightful new post, and God bless you all. CLdeMP xx
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