My trip was lovely, despite the weather and a Big Brother Airbnb host.
Such is life.
I’m home and the weather is glorious.
Dorothy, as bulldogs have a want to do, is playing I love my home Diva and after a walk has taken herself off to sleep under my duvet with a contented sigh.
Mary is sunbathing on the back of the trendy blue sofa.
I have a day free today. I’m not planning anything more than pottering and cleaning and reading.
Tomorrow I’m having lunch with Chic Eleanor “Darling john I simply can’t wait” and Affable Despot Jason and I are going to the comedy club evening at Theatre Clwyd.
Today it’s home.
Mrs Trellis stopped as I was sorting logs out for the fire. She’s written to Putin about the war.
The cost of stamps have gone up , she noted. 95 pence for a first class now
Still good value we agreed.
We were still chatting when the postman dropped off a parcel
In it was a lobster and a card which read simply “ The World Is Your Lobster”
Mrs Trellis was intrigued as a while ago she had bought me a smaller one in a jumble sale
Hilda Ogden used to say “ The world’s your lobster” on Coronation Street
https://www.oxfordreference.com/view/10.1093/acref/9780199916108.001.0001/acref-9780199916108-e-8821
Which was an endearing malampropism in itself.
There’s no return address or even a name on the card or packaging so I am intrigued too
Thank you to whoever sent it.
I’m making curried vegetable soup
Albert has been sneezing at the spices
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