Gravy Hands

Mortified. 
I fainted as I was eating my lunch at work today.
I’ve never fainted in my life.
Woke up with strong arms around me and faces next to mine with no idea of what happened.
My hands were covered in gravy.
I’ve come home for a sleep
Mortified.


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Forecast

"Here is the national weather forecast from London.

Well. Yesterday was a lovely spring day wasn't it? The sun was shining across the south east and  daffodils are now blooming in gay profusion. It was a good day for changing the guards at Buckingham Palace as the high pressure indicated on the map settled over The Thames Valley. 

In Wales rain was pissing down and Up North in Yorkshire and suchlike the weather was crap. Scotland and Northern Ireland were the same but who cares? Let's get back to London and the south east where real life is lived.

Tomorrow a devastating gale will sweep across England's garden tragically bringing down trees and causing some structural damage. Please take care of yourselves. If concerned, phone the helpline shown at the end of this bulletin or listen to the prime minister's radio message to his people. Meantime, up in Yorkshire and Lancashire it might be sunny but we don't really know or care. Who would choose to live in those nether regions anyway?

On Saturday, our beloved south east will once again be bathed in golden sunshine. Good day for a picnic  in one of our lovely parks or perhaps a trip to the seaside. Her Majesty will be in residence at Windsor Castle as The Union Jack flutters above the famous Round Tower. Lambs will frolic in Windsor Great Park and all will be well with the world. Oh - I almost forgot - there will be floods Up North and severe thunderstorms in Scotland.

So that's all from me. Back to Clarence Tissington-Snodgrass in the studio."



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