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Ib r hsving eraeryg ygrate ttikm.;l,lmme with mxek8m

I are having a grate time with mai gode frend thesme!###


I have apologiesed for al the badfry things i have said abowt her in de past -
she is pure sand lovelsu




ALSO I LOVE LOBSTER SEX SO MUCH

AFK, Killing Thesme. BRB

It should be safe now...

As you might have guessed from previous posts, thesme_01 came to visit last night. We had fizzy wines. Then non-fizzy wines. And much Refined and Serious conversation while watching Gethin Jones get all wet Hunt Danger.
There may have been a slight descent into silliness towards the end of the evening, due to the bubbles. It's always the bubbles. Then a somewhat late bedtime at about half 2. Followed by phoning from bed to exchange insults, which seemed like a great idea at the time, but less great this morning when the alarm went off.

However, we managed to assemble ourselves, pick up another friend and her teeny babby and head to the book launch, where we were very mature and respectable and did not stand at the back sniggering when our Esteemed Environment Minister started talking about what he likes to do on his holidays... (actually one of the funniest moments was when he was introduced and there was the pause for applause but NONE CAME. A moment of beauty).

We Mingled for a bit, then went for a walk around the castle, admiring the many alliterative statues of various soldiery (Cuthbert the Crossbowman remains my favourite), til it started to rain, so we legged it.

Back in work now (having safely dispatched Thesme back across the border), desperately struggling to stay awake. Moar Tea!