Its Thursday already, the time is flying by. Driffield Farmers Market today, mad, I’ve never seen such a queue for sprouts in my life? Everything selling out after the second hour, brother and I bought a brace of oven ready pheasants, its Christmas. Hot roast chestnuts and a brass band, who needs Waitrose.
Tickets booked for the Panto on Monday, A and I will be sat in row 10, I don’t know why I suggested it, I’ve never been to a Panto as an adult. I must be regressing or something, about bloody time.
I’m excited about next year, I think it’s going to be great, if it’s not great it’ll be fantastic and if it’s not fantastic it’ll be fabulous.
I was in a bed this week that broke, how fantastic is that!