Exquisite

Today we had a meal out at Bistro 21 to celebrate my 18th and Grandad's 89th Birthdays.

It was lush, Mum called the beef "delightful".
Hazel said my blackberry sorbet tasted like paint, then homebase then a shed.
I thought it tasted lovely although it did give me brain freeze.

My bad knee from Outward Bound came back today and I didn't walk very much at all.

Whilst playing articulate corkers such as:
"He's the head yoga man, lives up hills with goats and wears a lot of orange!"
"Small primate thing, could call Matt one"

Oh man. Context.
English Lit really takes over.

I'm in like with you. com
is the shizz.

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