Happy Ginger day Chumlies!
Behold! A newer less eye-lined and right-angled fledgling carrot-top. He is young, he is ginger, he has a tongue... he is a maw-dal. I'd like to do an oil test on his peachy self to see if he is the new Lancelot du carrot, coz if he is, we'll be seeing a lot more of his gingery goodness of fridays.
And now, filled to the brim though I am with Spanish omelette, I must brave the wind and take CG's daoggy for his afternoons scamper, then to the hairdressers for my twice yearly cut, for verily it does look like a poodle's arse at the mo.
Avast scurvy knaves, avast I say!
Actually, I went in yesterday to the hairdresser to make an appointment, I said 'Hello there, would you have an appointment for tomorrow free?'
And the droid behind the counter said, 'For your hair?"
I mean It's not like I went into the butchers and asked for a roll of carpet. How velly odd making.