Cardigans
In which Mike bets on his own
forgetfulness
So A & S, & W, all came over last night and
we had a lovely time over some delightful chilli Jo made over the course of a
couple of days, and I did rice and accidentally did rice for seven instead of
five (call me an optimist...), and we had a couple of glasses of wine and a
lively chat and were very no-holds-barred and loud and rude and funny and wildly
exciting.... and Shell left her cardy.
Now, tomorrow I am due to travel to
Richmond to give unto her the cardigan. I would like to place on record here
& now exactly how minimal are the chances of my remembering all this
tomorrow when it comes time to go there & do as instructed. You all have my
permission to ask whether I managed it and to subsequently cackle when I cack it
up. It will be my fault alone and, depressingly, I know even now
just how wrong it's going to go.
And I
like
my infinitives split, all right?
Sigh.
Posted: Thu - November 13, 2003 at 12:08 AM