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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?
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Quite right. Polish off the cava - that'll leave room in the fridge to chill the champagne for breakfast. Cheers!
(Something to celebrate?)
Busy morning tomorrow, the champagne will wait. And yes. The die has been cast, if we haven't crossed the Rubicon.
Aut Caesar aut nihil?
Actually, darling, I've more of a soft spot for Virgil. Arms. The man. Nice.
Raising a glass to you from Vermont. Mine's full of Vinho Verde, but it'll do.
Nothing like a good bit of sweet fizzy wine.
Champagne's not all that. Lambrusco's much nicer.
Hope that Cava was OK.
Cheers, Julie!
It was, thanks Gled. I'm afraid I hogged more than half the bottle. Not only did my husband buy and cook my dinner, he didn't get his fair share of the drink!
Have you just signed up to another committee?
Glad you enjoyed the Cava.
No, it's school stuff.
There's nothing that a nice cup of tea won't make better.
Very true, Dave. But fizz is a quicker pick-me-up, and the governors had had a very intense meeting. Such was the combination of tiredness and adrenaline that the alcohol didn't have any apparent effect, except to keep me going while I wrote a lot of emails.
I'm off Cava. The last bottle got a bit vinegary at a second helping and I was out of Cassis to jazz it up. So it's now my duty to keep champers in the second frig in the garage/laundry room. Just in case.
School stuff?
I imagined you were going to:
Take a course in parachuting/scuba diving, maybe simultaneously
Take vows of Holy Poverty
Open a night-club for your blog-pals
Model for Lands' End
Model for Anne Summers
Go on pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela
Start up Our Very Own Dave East Fan Club
Open a kangaroo ranch and carnation gardens
Pioneer a system of teleportage
- or all of these.
H'm.
Champers should always be kept ready for immediate use - just in case!
You have to be a school governor to get excited by the sort of things I do, Chris.
A nice cup of tea would not improve the situation of a potentially fatal tannin allergy sufferer.
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