I was sported, happy and proud on Saturday.
But, it's really difficult for me.
I'm in the wash basket...
pants, socks and the usual Tebbutt odour.
I'm just confused as I absorb the smells of so many different nations. I don't mean to be rude, but the rest of the washing basket doesn't understand my dilemma, maybe disgust.
I'm thinking of making a run to Marcus Wareing (man of the people's) small holding. So I can live free, on a tiny piece of land, unfettered by the claustrophobia and timings and ... sweaty business.
Could someone please advise me? I mean I love Helen and a Rose wine... I'm just tired.
Thank you.