Stan tried to sell me last Saturday to a ‘very nice, goodlooking and guitarplaying’ english/french colleague of his for a date tomorrow. In my happy state I thought that was a great idea but when thinking about it I realised that a, bella is here and would then have to be in our date and b, i dont do dates so I’ve been panicking a bit about how to abort this date without missing the chance of a guitarplaying french guy (yup, he looks bearded from the pictures)

It all sorted itslef out and I’ve been saved by the bell. I’m hoping to postpone this to post bank holiday madness.