another quiet week everywhere in worthing except in my bathroom. gastric distress! don't know what i ate, when or where but the outcome was torrential - followed by a period of acute flatulence. not pleasant. perhaps it was retribution for my unwarranted attack on the current state of english sport. o/k, before a plague is visited upon me and my family (who don’t deserve it), i admit i was wrong. i'm sorry. you did win at rugby, football and cricket. barry is the new messiah, heskey the phoenix and pieterson is still a springbok. norn iron were shit....doh! memories!
but there is always a bright side. tomatoes! remember my strawberry debacle? well i have had considerable success with the solanum lycopersicum. sweet, juicy and loads of them. having them with cream next summer - sod the ragaria.
my fingers are as green as the iridescent green beetle commonly found in the tambopata rainforest.
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