Hello comrades! Lacking in imagination, we’ve come back to New York for our hols this year, combining business with lee-sure. I am tapping this out at snails pace on my phone, no links or cut n paste or edit… fark!
On the plane we got peanuts with five different kinds of sugar… Is that a world record?
We went to the park to watch the nannies and squirrels roam; a pug attempt to mount labradoodle.
Back to the hotel at 6pm, 11pm back home, to rest our eyes Just For Five Minutes. I said to G, "what do you fancy doing now?" and he mumbled, "Dancing. Studio 54" and suddenly… it’s now 6AM!
Must’ve been tired. Such wild party rockets we are.