Last night I managed to drag myself out with Jim and our downstairs neighbours for drinks at the Richard 1st. It was a lovely evening ending in the Favorite <sic> Fried Chicken on Shooters Hill Road. As I stood their waiting to order I felt a tingling on my neck... impulsively my hand reached up and swiped at whatever was causing the sensation... and got promptly stung on the finger. I haven't been stung since I was about five. It's very unpleasant. Bastard wasp... I'll get you next time!!
Off to Portsmouth for the weekend (random I know!) So...
Jae Kay is Away
Oh my I can't believe I was working in Shooters Hill Road at about 4pm that day as well
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