One Handed

My Dear Fellows & Dear Princess,

I started today with a lovely WhatsApp chat with Fat Pete. It was our usual level of intellectual conversation:

FAT PETE: Your bum smells of poo.
ME: My bum just said "hello" to you. From my poo-hole.

We are very highbrow.

During the conversation I wanted to indicate that the sun had just come up so switched zoom on, reached up my right hand and took this picture.

It's actually not bad considering the amount of effort I put into it.

The rest of Saturday was spectacularly lazy. I was feeling very tired. So we ordered out for breakfast, which is just the height of decadence.

You know, I bloody love having people bring breakfast to me? More than any other meal. Room service is my very favourite. When they bring you little croissants that you didn't actually order, plus a little pot of tea and a glass of orange juice.

It is the very best thing in the world. It makes me so happy.

So that was breakfast. We also ordered a pizza for dinner. Films may have happened also.

Like I said, lazy.

S.