I am down in Bristol for a few days visiting Dad and catching up with some of his housework. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Keith is looking after things, including the lovely new carpet and laminate (I hope!). This evening we were on Instant Messenger and I asked him if there was any food he desperately needed me to shop for on my way home tomorrow. The answer was predictable...
"CAKE!!!"
And yes, it was in red capitals.
Plaster board and dust
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4 comments:
Whereas Keith seems to have an unhealthy fondness for cakes, you seem to be something of a closet tapisophile (lover of carpets). When do we get to see a picture of your new floor covering and what dramas ensued when Keith a) dismantled mission control and b) attempted to reassemble it after the fitters had been?
Nice to see you back, YP. All will be revealed!
If it was me it would be biscuits!
Slightly less calories than cake, probably, Flighty. ;)
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