Foxyboy43
Well-Known Member
Soooo, as I was sitting at the breakfast table reading the thread on finding old bottles treasure I dropped a blueberry (no, that is not a metaphor lads). Still seated and sylph-like as I ever, I steadied my left hand on the table and simply leant over to pick it up. Of course the sodding tablecloth only slid across the table taking my hand with it, knocking over the plastic tray of blueberries and thereby inducing upon me a most amusing head-first gravitational pull - downwards. Fortunately this plunge was interrupted, only momentarily however, by the whacking of my head on the table corner - just as my arse parted company with the chair. As could probably be anticipated the floor broke my head-first fall and I ended up in a tangled heap - grazed head, twisted neck and best of all a highly amused young Labrador which naturally took the unexpected opportunity to lick what is left of my face. I may just lie here for a while and enjoy the bouquet of freshly crushed blueberries…
In her usual helpful way the sainted Lady FB is in London, where else would she be when I need resuscitation?
Anyone suggest a way of getting blueberry stains out of a carpet and blueberries out of a labrador?
Bloody dangerous this stalking lark…


In her usual helpful way the sainted Lady FB is in London, where else would she be when I need resuscitation?
Anyone suggest a way of getting blueberry stains out of a carpet and blueberries out of a labrador?
Bloody dangerous this stalking lark…


