Since Julie has moved in with me, each Wednesday she returns to Wiltshire for 2 days gardening. She has kept her two favourite clients at Little Bedwyn and Hugditch. Wednesday then are my retro-bachelor nights, where I revert to my old ways. Lounging on the sofa watching Top Gear, drinking beer and not washing up. But tonight heading upstairs to bet I became traumatised by this. Barnaby in pink bed socks, was waiting for me. Should I be worried? Probably, as it's a sign that my bachelor evenings while wonderful are but a feint shadow of the former perennial bachelor of Somerset. And do you know what, I quite like it now. A bit too much pink though for my linking.
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