Lloyd Park

with a purple haze.

I allowed Lottie to drag me beyond the post box and through the park gates.

The witticism in the diary is dire today, so instead I will tell you the first joke I remember hearing at primary school....

How do you get a paper baby?

Marry an old bag

I seem to recall that it got rather mixed reviews when I raced home to tell my folks. Seeing as I've not really matured much since the age of 5, I still find it funny.

My turn NOT to work this weekend so no excuses for shirking the card writing.