Rob and I aren’t doing NYE this year. I’ve already been called a flaming weirdo by one friend in reaction to the news that we aren’t going anywhere nor doing anything special tonight. It’s gonna be leftover Burmese chicken curry and Giesen savignon blanc infront of the plasma. Probably won’t even make it to midnight. This is my last night of getting away with being a tired and cranky old cow and I’m gonna savour every minute.
But we went out last night with a bunch of fine folks and had a fab time in Balmain. Here are Roger’s piccys.
Amin, Roger & Rob
Angie
Cat & Terry
Mac & Durand
Terry & Kylie
Happy new year everyone! See you on the other side.
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And to you and Rob! Home with the cats sounds fine to me. I’m catching up with friends, but it won’t be a wild life. Work beckons tomorrow.
Rob always frets about the cats when there are firecrackers going off in the park behind our house. This way they’ll all be safely on his lap.
Hopefully not with their claws sunk into his tender bits … *g*
The man is utterly punctured thanks to Smershy’s reluctance to let go…
Flaming weirdos unite.
hope Cinderella has a good time at the ball!
She is looking fine.
You need to do something about Angie. If she gets more dour and unenthusiastic, her head will explode.
6 weeks up at Clarion South oughta do the trick