“The pig was tethered to the ground with ropes and floated away as Waters was playing a version of the Pink Floyd song Pigs.”
It’s the simple things in life that amuse me. 😀
Dead on my feet from today’s travel, I’m getting ready to go to bed in preparation for my early flight to Brussels in eight hours time. I’ve just ironed my shirt for the morning and, once more, I find myself thankful that the situation where I’ll have to iron a shirt to save myself is unlikely to ever present itself.
I made such an average job of the shirt that I ironed my tie for good measure, so hopefully the folks over in Brussels will be so impressed by the tie that they’ll forgive the odd crease in the shirt. Creases which could well have come from the flights from Glasgow-to-Amsterdam and from Amsterdam-to-Brussels that I’ll be taking from 5:55AM tomorrow to get there.
Ooh! Mustn’t forget to pack my infoxicated socks – I’ll knock ’em dead with those! 😀
This weekend I made the trip down to Liverpool and back so that I could visit Fliss and Elisha for the weekend.
It was weird arriving at the house to see it in darkness, with a skip full of debris from the fence repairs in the driveway. Puzzled, I let myself in and discovered the place empty because Fliss had gone out for some reason – hopefully to get food!