Anonymous garden bloggers and rock'n'roll's Ronnie Wood were revealed to have one important thing in common this evening: they both find it hard to give up the forbidden fruit.
I had just been beginning to think myself that life had got awfully boring since I gave up the unnameable "sauce", plus I am drearily sickerella of Hamptons akimbo.
I am wondering whether we have now entered into the summer media doldrums. I am desperately hoping that some modicum of jolly frivolity may be restored when James A-S returns from holiday in the next few days. (He even locked his comments before leaving, so I can't even moan about him being away.)
In the meantime, I suggest that those gardeners with substance problems that have become unmanageable check themselves into Felley, Michelham, Hodsock or Ardchattan.
2 comments:
Stay firm. I have this kind of quandary all the time but you have to really stay strong if you want to be thin.
All together now -
'You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when I met you...'
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