Looking forward to..

Not much to write about but rain today, so I won’t. What is there interesting to say about rain apart from Oscar Wilde’s lesser known quote; “Very wet, rain. Some might say too wet for words.” Too wet for my notebook, the ink runs faster than a sprinter with a rocket up his bottom.

I’m going to be positive. I am very much looking forward to my first meeting with a fellow blogger this weekend. My mate Staghounds is paying me a visit as he passes briefly through my locale. The game plan is that I show him around my little corner of Chavland and we go set the world to rights over a couple of pints. Test out the new extended licensing hours and see how far they stretch.

Mrs Sticker has let me off the leash for the day so I can find out who the person behind the blogged prose is, but I must not be back late, as she says she ‘has plans’ for me. Hmm. I don’t know whether that will turn out to be a good or a bad thing. My beloved can have a strange and rather robust sense of fun sometimes. Never mind, my bruises always fade after a week or so.