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Post by kate on Feb 26, 2024 20:08:23 GMT
Reminds me of coming home on a flight after an op on my foot and my wrist. My flight drink was always a bloody mary - not really sure why, but it became a habit on a flight. The stewardess handed me the requisite bottles, but I sat there unable to unscrew the caps. Fortunately the big boss of the Council was sat in front of me so I tapped him on the shoulder and he opened them for me. Ha! Climbing down the steps on arrival was dodgy but I made it. Dodgy because of the op, or the booze? Do you remember a sketch on TV of a man going to the doctor with a splinter in his finger, to be faced by the doctor in plaster top to toe? I was a bit like that. Takes more than one bloody mary to get me tipsy. At least two. Ha! |
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Post by zx9 on Feb 27, 2024 10:41:25 GMT
Looks like you have all had your thinking caps on, if it is all right with the usual mob I will compile a list of themes this evening.
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Post by kate on Feb 27, 2024 10:44:51 GMT
Looks like you have all had your thinking caps on, if it is all right with the usual mob I will compile a list of themes this evening. Thank you. |
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