The bags are packed
The route is planned. A spot of lunch and then I'm off to Harrogate.
What horrors lie in wait for me there, only time will tell. No doubt you will read stories from the likes of Stuart, Vincent and Sandra, all of whom are meant to be attending. John might well chip in, too, if he can get past the whelks. Don't believe a word they say; the only truth will be what you read here.
If you don't hear from me until Sunday or Monday, then my drinks have been spiked.
What horrors lie in wait for me there, only time will tell. No doubt you will read stories from the likes of Stuart, Vincent and Sandra, all of whom are meant to be attending. John might well chip in, too, if he can get past the whelks. Don't believe a word they say; the only truth will be what you read here.
If you don't hear from me until Sunday or Monday, then my drinks have been spiked.
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