My so called life
On Saturday morning i stood outside the registry office clutching nothing but a bridal bouquet. I was there before it opened, for a good 10 minutes i must have looked like an either overly eager or jilted bride. I know this because many people shouted out of their car windows
"I'll marry you love"
I was just delivering, to a bride who didn't know she was getting it, a present from a friend. I got chatting to the lovely registrar a fellow F1 fan, she could write a book too.
Pizza recipe coming up later.
I have had a sneak peek of the new William Cecil hotel, it looks very very different to how it did in it's previous incarnation. Their tag line is "Quirky Luxury", obvs. i am moving in when it opens on the 22nd. Even if it's just for the fact that 2 of the function rooms are called Darcy and Bennett, and they have good lampshades. I shall be up there quite a bit over the next few days, i will take my camera.
This morning many RAF men have exercised their right to the freedom of Stamford, whilst awaiting their arrival an 11 year old policeman told me that there were some senior officers already here
"if middle-aged men float your boat" said he.
Oh darling if only you knew.
and a Spitfire just flew over.
also Rosa Friedland Old Grandma, i don't know who thinks up these names.
and the big jugs are just that, you all have such filthy minds and i adore you for it.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 11:18 AM