From Paris to Wythenshawe with Love

Bonsoir mes Chers Lecteurs! Ca va?

Okay – that is the extent of my written French.  I am a fluent speaker, and by fluent I mean some brie and a bottle of vin rouge and I think I am Coco Chanel when I probably sound like the policeman from Allo Allo: Continue reading

Kendal Called – John Fox Answered

Hi there stranger!

Yes I’m starting another post with another apology but sod it , we both know you’re going to carry on reading so let’s just bypass the fact I haven’t written anything since June and move on with our lives.

Done?

Okay.

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I can’t decide if that hippo is cute or pervy but either way, I hope you are well.

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Shut up Soph!

Evening! Sorry I apologise for my freshness.  I’ve not been in work today.

Oy! stop pelting fruit at me, its not my fault!

No, my Sibling who I personally think is the best Sibling ever, bought me tickets to see The Lion King at the Palace last night.   I had the foresight to book the day off.

Thanks! I know I’m a genius.

Hang on – MENSA is on the phone.

“hmmm…yeah…oh, I see….sorry….”

Ok, I’m not a “genius” but screw it Im not the one who has been in work today – you are!

Me after my experiment with heated rollers

Me after my experiment with heated rollers

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This one time, in Blackpool…

What do you get when you cross 30 chicks, 1 hen, 7 drag queens, copious amounts of wine and a British seaside town?

The answer: A flippin’ great weekend and, if you are me, the flu.

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This is actually us – Hen Jen is on the table. I am hiding somewhere on the left.

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