QEII was escorting me off the premises after a particularly raucous and thoroughly unbloggable evening at her place. I hunted in my bag for my keys.
"Should I be driving? That's a question for the ages."
"No, lovey, that's a question for the police."
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Is that it?
You will note I described the evening as unbloggable, which, let's face it, it was. Except perhaps the bit where you spewed.
Anyway, I'm sure something to report will come out of tomorrow...
It wasn't a spew, it was a LADY PUKE......just a small little spew into my handbag.
I'm saving the spew for tomorrow along with some special time with Puss.
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