For my part on your lucky win today, I shall be having severe words with young Bunn for scoring one of your goals by putting the ball in his own net today, when he comes down here to see his dad at the end of the season. I think he will get much ribbing in the local, as many of the customers are Reds.
In from the beach and chomping a fresh baguette with lashings of butter and honey.
Beach was soggy but the wind was marvellous, so found a tiny dry patch in the corner where the pier joins the prom and operated from there. Remembered to practise my naughty willy manoeuvre and improved it a bit.
I was trying to merge it all into one, but it works better if I fly in from the left at low level, pull up into a tight anti-clockwise loop and go round 1¼ times, straight up, half loop over the top, vertically down and then another 1¼ left loop to come out low and level out to the right.
Then flip 180 and come in to retrace my path in the opposite direction. The only difficult bit is pulling out of those tight low-level loops, I tend to over-correct and go a little high, but a bit of practice should cure that.
The result is very satisfying, an 80ft high naughty willy, that's bigger than the ones the most ambitious kids draw on the beach!
One mentioned to the daughter about kite flying and to keep a look out when she goes to the beach at WSM for a middle to older age chap. One suggested she said "Hello Mike" to said person as that would get him a tad worried She replied that there were lots of old men playing with kites there.
Between getting up from me pruning chair walking to the bathroom utilizing the facilities thence walking back to me pruning chair and depositing me arse back on same the glasses that were sat upon me nose have disappeared.
Mads Dad, out there most days keeping an eye on the levels. Might have passed you yesterday if you were there in the afternoon. Either grey Disco or red Freelander. Went back today, it has got worse but not as bad as I thought it would be.
First place one looked, one is not a complete fool,as it happens they were sitting on the Bread bin which I would swear in any court I went nowhere near. Speaking on matters aviation,Newcastle Airport in 1927, Chaps then needed no sissy runways they put down on good honest grass.
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They were one's pruning glasses one needs them not in real life, they are of the kind one peers over the top of when speaking to peeps in the physical world,which they tell me when one looks over the top of same at them combined with the Draper ice cold stare causes them disquiet and a wish on their part to be elsewhere,tiz a good way of discouraging gypsy tinkers and peddlers at one's front door,they back rapidly away mumbling and making the sign against the horned one.
Indeed, having lost my reading specs, went to Mr T. S .co's emporium to get a replacement in the usual place. Was confused peering for a while till I asked, was told they had been moved, kept looking and eventually they found out they were no longer stocked...