There's all sorts of **** falling out of the sky here. Solid. liquid - mad stuff altogether

[Berni]

I had a steak sandwich for my lunch. And some beer. How about you?

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

Couldn't be arsed with chicken livers.

[Rich]

[Nicosia Gooner]

Roast chicken :eat:

[Red N White Army]

Cross between hail and snow.

[Berni]

Like it, like it, yes I do.

[Berni]

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

V has demanded lasagne. I don't know why. She's mad for lasagne. I will commence the ragu shortly.

[Berni]

Just don't tell E there are chicken livers in it.

Although she's mad for foie gras and liver sausage and stuff, so she likes liver, she just doesn't like 'liver' imo.

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

With pancakes instead of pasta.

It was rank.

[Berni]

Talking of which, this morning, g said she would cook for me tonight to 'give me a break'. This, I felt was sweet of her, but she then stated she was planning to make something called 'Veggie Chilli' :-(

What can one say? On the one hand, I'm grateful, but on the other I've just had to stuff my maw with raw steak in anticipation of this repast. :-(

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

vegetables.

[Berni]

Frankly, I won't be held responsible for my accidental emissions tonight. :-(

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

You could, perhaps, ease the pain by means of drink.

[Berni]

End up in Billericay or something.