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Every
time I decide to stop looking at Facebook and Twitter and go downstairs the
husband starts another 70s hit on his laptop.
Damn you Top 100 Greatest Classic Rock page!
And
worse than that he keeps sharing his birthday chocolates with me
(updated
profile picture)
Bentonbag Thanks for
the photo Mrs Jeremy.
Drummerman
Cheers!!!
Ms
Marx Fab pic
!
Woolerwoman
Great photo x
Mrs
Leftfoot I
hope Thunderthighs hasn't seen this!!!Bentonbag I'm thinking about
making it my blog and/or twitterpic. On
seeing it Thunderthighs demanded
"When was this
taken?"
“When I went out with Mrs Eft and Bess Cavalier to
the Chaplaincy.”
"Oh that crack den.
You were so childish that night"
Mrs
Leftfoot I hope he appreciates what a sober
influence I am!
🍷🍷🍷
In
2018 The Newcastle University Catholic Chaplaincy moved out of its premises in
Windsor Terrace, where it had been since the early 1960s (I think).
The Chaplaincy was where
The Coven and many
other friends first met each other.
There was a closing Mass and party called Chexit which was a wonderful
opportunity for a get together.
Bess
Cavalier stayed with us; Thunderthighs was relegated to the spare bed in
Ferretfingers’ room. Mrs Eft parked her
campervan on our drive.
As we left, in our best dresses (what is the female equivalent of suited and booted?),
to get the Metro to Jesmond Thunderthighs asked when we would be
home.
“No
idea” I said “Not before midnight.”
We
caught the last but one Metro going our way and as we came out of the station
my mobile rang.
“Where
are you?” demanded Thunderthighs.
“Coming
out of the Metro.”
“You
said you’d be home by midnight.”
“No,
I said I wouldn’t be home before midnight.”
Mrs
Eft and Bess Cavalier have never forgotten coming in to a thunderous
“What
time do you call this?”
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