Oh my goodness, this morning reality hit us like a big, fat, red, lead balloon, how on earth did it get to be October 1st 2020 already? Where has the year gone? There was much pinching of selves and each other, but the calendar cannot lie. We’ve been robbed by all this self medicated, self insulated isolated meltdown. This flipping virus has an awful lot to answer for, leaving us with so little to look back on …..
However, despite Boris’s new Six Pack, Table of Six, Six Horse Race, Rule of Six, we won’t be beaten, we just need to try and pack more into the last three months of the year than the past few covid months……..
………. and for that we just need to take full advantage of our, much under used, primatological, which means, Mr D, in any party of six you might like to throw at/for us, we don’t actually count! Obviously, we will still very much abide by all the other rules, Hands, Face, Space being our new mantra ………
……. but should The Towers be raided by a covert police hit squad following reports of an unruly sleepover type nature, all we need do is sit very still and not move (as in any of the above pictures) and no one will be any the wiser and apologies graciously accepted. What are we like?
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I would love to throw a party for, or at, you. You are most welcome to come to Mexico City, but you would have to quarantine, when you get back to Blighty.
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