Arrows, Rings and Insults

I’m looking forward to a lazy day with Ted tomorrow. Philippa has some sporty thing that I’m not invited to, so Ted and I are going to play cards, eat cheese and watch the darts. Ted’s son Simon will be there with some workmates so we all have to watch it to see if we can spot him.
I like darts. It proves that even the fattest of men can achieve greatness in something other than girth.

Philippa has arranged something ‘special and secret’ for my birthday. I called her a torturing bitch for not giving me any clues and she said “now you know how I feel about our holiday” Touche..
I spoke to Sophie about it on the phone tonight. She thinks Philippa is going to take me out for a meal, and propose. I said if she does that I’ll stuff her face in her soup and then walk out, but you never know how you’ll react until a situation arises, so we’ll see.

My younger sister may be turning into Oscar Wilde. She was complaining about one of her co-stars in the pantomime, a guy she happened to have had a one-night stand with a few years ago. He thinks he’s a big-time actor and is swanning around trying to help direct some of the scenes apparently. Hannah described him as having “a brain like a sprout and a cock like a radish.”
Wonderful stuff.

RC 7-1-12