Sailing by
I awoke to a haary way revealing a sparkling sea. I had a craving for hot smoked salmon (none in the house) new tatties (in the garden) and spinach (in the tunnel); obviously served with a lemon butter and caper pouring sauce. I consequently called the Current Mrs Creel who was dancing in Kirkwall (I have an injury) and she informed me I will be making the tea.
I also find that I cannot differentiate between Stuart Maconie and Paul Morley. Should I be concerned? I’m not sure where Bob Crampsie should fit in; potentially in any social setting.
The sparkling sea is now covered in a gray lace veil.
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