dextalibris

OK. A Saturday one could only dream of. Slept most of the afternoon. Only objective: go and get a few months worth of PG Tips and curry powder for tonights Chicken Korma. Went over to get the stuff in that diapidated store que j'adore. Stopped of at the local and had a few glasses of beer with the boys and had dlire which consisted of adlibbing Curtis Mayfield lyrics with barnyard noises.
Who said Paris wasn't a cultivated city?