Chopping wood with my electrical axe I was delighted to be prompted to thoughts of summer. Having already had Lambert fill up all the lamps in the house and some of the outbuildings, including the potting shed, although why he would want to actually look at Cook whilst doing whatever they do in there is beyond me.
With this happy thought uppermost in my mind, and kept inside my head with an Arsenal baseball cap which also held on my BB gun mask which in it's turn, stopped flying wooden shrapnel from gouging out unsightly scars in my face and eyes, I went about my task. I cannot lie, but whistler and it's funky greens did not figure highly on my trains of thought, although through some Machiavellian route of Byzantine proportion, I did muse upon the mendacity of one or two of it's victims, and I forgot to allow even the smallest portion of codoodycare.
But none of that will stop Cook from getting all apoplectic when she reads this if she does because she is under the impression that her "thang" with Lambert remains out of sight. In my opinion, it should ever remain so, because pretty, it isn't.
I have even removed the remote camera from the bent eave in the potting shed. It's back on the RC Thunder Tiger now so that I can gain advance warning of when anybody in uniform parks up at the top field and walks with menace aforethought towards the house. They usually come in pairs but that's not my fault.
So, in a nutshell, you often find nuts.
Lizzie xx