It's Like It's Features were Burning...

Toolibelle is back from "No Pante Zante".

Ahem.

Yes.

Least said about that the better i think.

She is exceptionally ill.

She has "Zante Flu" she says.

I says, "You have got sore throat from Schnogging unknown quantity of boys".

This she denies furiously.

However, I have seen her photographs.

Ahem.

Least said about that best.

Tooli and I took a trip to look at the Mother-ship flypast tonight. It was very lovely and they flashed the headlights at us. Even better than that, as we drove along the road, a couple of boys stepped back off the road, and on to the pavement.

Do you remember after Wimbledon in the "olden" days, you couldn't drive down a street, because kids had tennis courts on the road, and re-enacted the games of Ile Nastase, and Jimmy Connors, and Yvonne Goolagong and that other wee blonde bird?

Aw. those were the days. You didn't need tennis court membership for that.