Just been enjoying myself catching up.
Flowers, I am relieved to see you again,I thought Mr Thornton must have swept you up into his manly arms and smouldered off into the sunset. (What do you mean, rude, btw????)
Nice to hear about peoples' dreams etc, my own evening was pants. Lots of folk about wanting attention, feeding, things finding etc and the kitchen table staring ironically back at me, littered with dirty pots and piles of fruit peel.
Mrs Lucas North's plans sounded far more attractive. So in her honour and for anyone who fancies a cultural bit, I present this rip -off hommage to Omar..
A darkened room, where blazing embers die,
A glass of wine, some Hagen Daaz, and Guy
Black leather-trousered on the plasma screen -
If that's not paradise,I'd know the reason why.