I hope the weather holds good for you Bon-Bon. We throw a big garden party every summer for family and friends; trestle tables are loaded up with food and drink and hubby’s band limbers up with a few tunes to set the sheep jigging with the cows. However, this year the weather has been too atrocious to dare to circle a date in the diary for anything more al fresco than an impromptu picnic.
Praying for a sunny September though as the sheep are pissed at missing the social event of the year.
Is it Losing My Religion Phone call or
Girlfriend in a Coma Text message
:shock:
It’s Michael (aye..Mohinder more like) from Mumbai wanting to know if he can be of any service. In regards to what I’m not sure as I had just swallowed some lime juice and there was a distinct schlurpin’ on the line. Or perhaps that was Mohin..er Michael gargling.