The Choice

Monty was about to be disappointed to find yet another goat behind door number two.

In case I've inadvertently given the impression that life chez moi is an endless round of thrills and spills, the highlight of this weekend was tackling a mountainous pile of ironing - so big that the iron gave up the ghost just as I was about to do the last shirt. Better if it had died on me before I'd started on the first one. Better still would be having staff to do it for me.

Song
Still waiting for confirmation of my dinner date with George.