Cavorting #2

I would be living down here on my own on
that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.
Another Pensioner first - Karaoke! Of course, my talented singer friend, MrH did the actual part which required tonsillor control. I filled in a la Eric Morecambe. Or so I like to think. This morning, perhaps less so, ha. More faking Ernie Wise.
Still, no ill effects despite hitting the sack after a walk along the meadows at the back of three.
So, Saturday. Things to do! Blip comments, back in your box! Away with you grrr! Beat beat beat! (making swinging moves holding imaginary stick) [exit stage left pursued by wild dogs]