My commute was lovely this morning. Everything was grey and wet when I awoke, but by the time I was ready to roll the sun was out, the slugs were racing up and down my newly laid garden path and the traffic up the OKR was awful yet again. Hit a shedload of red lights. Got swamped by a shoal at the lights at both ends of Southwark Bridge, rolled gently along to work and then forgot to change into work clothes until about 11.
Cobbler - what's that all about? Is it a pudding or a cake? And what happens if you barf it up over Jodie Foster's Kokoschka catalogue?
My commute was lovely this morning. Everything was grey and wet when I awoke, but by the time I was ready to roll the sun was out, the slugs were racing up and down my newly laid garden path and the traffic up the OKR was awful yet again. Hit a shedload of red lights. Got swamped by a shoal at the lights at both ends of Southwark Bridge, rolled gently along to work and then forgot to change into work clothes until about 11.
Cobbler - what's that all about? Is it a pudding or a cake? And what happens if you barf it up over Jodie Foster's Kokoschka catalogue?