Friday, April 29, 2005
AN ODE TO A BRITISH BANK HOLIDAY
At my time of life, a Bank Holiday should be spent slouched on the chaise longue, reading Proust or Collette, being fed truffles by numerous well oiled men.
Instead, the front door needs sandpapering, sugar soaping and painting. And, come to think of it, the window frames look pretty ropey as well.
At least I might be able to see the last five minutes of "The World's Strongest Man". My tip to win? As usual, the Big Fin will be there or thereabouts.
Instead, the front door needs sandpapering, sugar soaping and painting. And, come to think of it, the window frames look pretty ropey as well.
At least I might be able to see the last five minutes of "The World's Strongest Man". My tip to win? As usual, the Big Fin will be there or thereabouts.
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