Where abouts are you?
There is a kind of simplistic beauty in this reply.
Wherever you’re going, it’s raining and the airline has gone bust…
Yer, yer , yer , yerMAW.
Oh well we are back now…only 102 days until the next one
We should’ve been off to Andalusia this evening. Weather appears to be gorgeous there. Grey & drizzly here. But have had to cancel it all as Mrs J is too busy (as am I, if truth be told). Feck! Arse!
Should’ve gone on my own
Where are you off on holiday to? Drama workshop somewhere?
Tuscany perhaps? Stratford even?
Do you have to take your own costumes & props?
Well that really has made your plane delayed. It’s not nice when the clock starts counting forward.
Going to have a couple of days in Amsterdam at half term. Be lovely that will. Just lovely.
This time on the morrow I should just be touching down.
Just deciding on which is going to be my first drink… Think a nice refreshing gin et tonic.
Going down the range in a bit for a few swings, under the pretence of dropping invoices off.
Taking the dope to the dope?
“Under the pretence”. You can’t admit to yourself that you play golf? This shit is fucked up!
Dubrovnuik is bloody expensive now.
I am looking forward to a little bit of culture. Bit of yer Anne Frank House, bit of yer van Gogh, few beers, huge pile of ribs at me favourite cafe. Maybe a little boat trip 'round the canals. Celebrate a year since our first date sort of thing.
Quite amazed I haven’t managed to fuck it up tbh.
There’s still time