That's me away then.
The Bolwick Hall chapter is closed.
What an honour and a privilege it has been to work here, but now it's someone else's turn.
Thanks to everyone who has played a part in my life at Bolwick, I'll see you about π€
It's just so bleak. No one wins. No one. I've had a go at this before and I'm sure it wasn't so grim. My next read is going to have to be a bit cheerier. What do you recommend? Has that Wodehouse bloke got a new one out?
".... and every time you get the ball you pass to me. Every time, you hear me? If you don't, you'll fucking know about it you little turd"
#PORDRC#WorldCup
After the extremely wet weather today combined with my penchant for 'affordable' work clothing, I smell like a mixture of mouldy cardboard and slightly overcooked lamb.
Not important. Just thought I'd mention it.
As I was putting this sign out earlier it occurred to me that a better place for it may be my son's bedroom door. Just below the one suggesting potential visitors should consider donning a hazmat suit.
Your annual reminder that just before they open, the flowers of Kalmia latifolia (or Mountain Laurel if you must) look just like the top bit of an Iced Gem.
You are extremely welcome. See you again same time next year.