"...we will ride, way up high, where the cold winds blow..."
righto. off really now.
ppPs: which made me wonder if you even get past the Kitchen Board....in which case...
right. i'm gone.
Comments: worried that we might be eating too much nutella? safari craig and i have both noted that our clothes are ill fitting, lately. this is not due to nutella. this is due to, well, aherm, carbo overloading? we can't stop. it's almost out of control. something has to be done. watch these lists carefully. soon they shall morph into:
living on nothing but fresh air bollox.
oh can't be bothered. how dull dull dull. love my tummy. love my hips. love my bingo flaps. love my breasts. love my big strong lovely healthybody...
love you all. of course.
so toodely pip and bisous comme toujours, rainy lightening ones. XX j
- Frida Kahlo
not to detract from this momentous occasion. it's the fact that for the first time in the history of america, a black man has made it to the top. it's this that has inspired the entire continent. it's given everyone hope. particularly me. it now means that maybe one day i can be president elect of zambia.
oooergh. i'd REALLY eat my hat. on camera. if that ever came to pass.