The Porty Blip

I think this is right. One of the famous groynes at Portybelly beach. Cue joke about groins. I'd been helping move the son's bargain twenty quid sofa from a top floor flat to yet another top floor flat. Let's hope there's not another move for a while. And why should there be? It seems like a delightful area.
That was after being at a big speech by Mr Jim, coincidentally at the same time as a big speech by Mr Ed. Mr Ed wasn't mentioned.
Right, time for home. Christmas decs to start getting down. Will try and avoid straining. And then the boatie club! So glad all that Xmas nonsense and overindulgence is out the way. Back to work, slackers!