Friday, September 07, 2007

Shit, I can't find my passport. I'm such a dits.

So sorry guys, I won't be arriving in London tomorrow after all.

Sarah:
We'll have to postpone our afternoon tea at the Ritz-Carlton, I'm afraid.

Jon:
I can't come to your polo match on Sunday. Sorry, can't be helped.

Ben:
Please ring Harrods and cancel that brace of pheasants I ordered. (If it's too late please bung them in the freezer when they arrive.)

1 Comments:

At 11:51 pm, Blogger Ben.H said...

You didn't tell me the pheasants were live! I've given them the run of the back yard for now, but can shoot and freeze them if you prefer.

 

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