in order to visit a local bird sanctuary whence came reports of nightingales singing. An early morning wander in the countryside seemed to me the perfect way to begin a Sunday, so I readily agreed. So she woke me up at 03:45. In the dark. Because 'we have to be there before dawn'. :-(
Women. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. :shrug:
Was there not a strong temptation to tell her to **** right off?Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
I've got to be up at 4 tomorrow to fly to ****ing Helsinki. *******s.
Surely one can find audio clips of birdsong on the internet. Twitter, perhaps.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Helsinki? That's a bit grim :-(Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
Mind you, at least it's almost light by 4 these days.
Yeah. At least this is just a one-nighter, though. I've got to spend a week there next month :-(Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Apparently it is the hearing of it in the flesh, as it were, that is important. There were also bonus cuckoos, with which she was well pleased.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ash
She was quite the ginger milf, was Jill.Quote:
Originally Posted by The Jorge