General Chat

Alien and his O H were busy.......

Shan't :-P :-P

Children behave :-D :-D

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OY! :-|

Obviously.

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His wife worried needlessly. It would be a very brave virus that tried to attack her, besides, apart from a stint in a submarine that had taken place more than fourteen days ago, she had had very little contact with humans.

Her OH was not included in that species!

Allan was getting worried as his OH was going on about self isolating. What would he do if she took her capacious bag with her.
The contents of the bag had come to his rescue many times and without it...........

Mrs Bird was quite possibly ensconced in some exotic pantry with Mr Curry. Despite his arrogance, Mrs Bird had always considered him as a bit of a hotty

I suppose that it takes all kinds......

After some sweat and tears, Allan finally managed to lift the heavy stones out of the bag...I need a cup of tea before I get to these grains of wheat he thought...where's Mrs Bird when you need her.....

Sure enough, tucked in the folds of the bottom of the bag, there was a jar of brightly coloured orange marmalade. Allan just knew that his OH wouldn't let him down in his desire for a little normality to start his day....... Heaven knows, he needed something familiar on which to anchor all these strange happenings.

Now what about bread? Even OH would have to admit that any loaf lurking in her bag would be way past it's best-before date.
But wait a minute, was that grains of wheat he could see in the depths of a corner.?

Ever resourceful, Allan found 2 large stones and set to work.

Amongst the strobing, kaleidoscopic lights came visions of darkest Peru, and of steam trains and people milling about in a great, noisy hall, quite unlike the first part of some journey hiding in a lifeboat.

Allan definitely had an attack of the 'munchies' and wondered if his OH had such a thing as a jar of marmalade in that infamous bag of hers.

Oh dear! Said Allan, wondering if he had been at those magic mushrooms again.......

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Allan had been dozing and woke up thinking he had been wrapped in a warm furry blanket which smelt of marmalade sandwiches...………..

What wrong ideas could Allan have regarding first nights?

He was only maintaining an old, and most pleasurable tradition

From an early age he had exercised his right so to do, and became well known at all the local theatres when new plays started their performances.

It was his own little thespian Droit du seignuer ;-)

Allan gets into enough trouble with the girl with the amazing coconuts.

His other half is now practising the swinging of her capacious (and heavily laden) bag just in case Allan gets the wrong idea about first nights.

The right of the 'first night', perhaps.

An old much used privilege of something to do for the local Squire.

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