Delightful people with a little too much time on their hands
Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
That sounds like a good welcome home to me.
He is a good man. Such surprises should be spread so as to remain treats but regular.
Some people are very easily distracted.
Golly - a bottle of champagne and my man would have distracted me too...so no apology needed.
Now look Z...all these little sorties to London and no meet up? Tut tut and tsk tsk...
He'd cooked dinner too. I thanked him most prettily. Steg, I am a flibbertigibbet and a dilettante.
Wendz, it was an organised trip this time and I never left the British Museum. The next time I'm fancy free, I promise I'll ask you if you're free - I'd love to meet you.
Our champers are definitely for drinking in the evening, as there's not so much warmth from the sun now, after two in the afternoon...
However, if you come around noon on a sunny day we could down a bottle of wine... or two, around the patio table :)
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