Morning All! As ‘Dixon of Dock Green’ would have said. And then before you could put down your ‘Horlicks’ somebody was whistling the theme tune. Whistling, even when it’s a medley of Dusty Springfield hits, is totally unacceptable especially when it’s being blown in your face. Even the bin men in Leicester Square scowled at the whistling wanderer as he chirruped his way towards Piccadilly Circus.
Whistling, like smoking, should be confined to your own home.
I got chatting to Elizabeth on the bus, remarked how wonderful it was that old ladies are still up for a chat with strangers. Are you?
Liz and I talked about our flats she owns hers I rent mine. My landlord is the best in the world.
Save our souls and save our soles. Girlie shoes rob us of a good instep whilst sedation at the end of our life robs us of a good death.
I’m off now to wet my whistle, sorry.
cu2morrer.