Stop press: Mr Grigg looked out of our bedroom window last night wondering what was going on after we'd left the pub (see yesterday's posting). It was around midnight, the lights were on but the curtains were closed. 'Phone up and find out,' I said. So he did.
He put on a silly accent, like the policeman in Allo Allo, and spoke to Mrs Super Mario, who hooted with laughter, having guessed the mystery caller's identity straight away. No flies on her.
Good moaning, it's a lock-in
Did we miss a lock-in? Then we realised, lock-ins went out with the relaxation of the licensing laws. Perhaps someone should tell Super Mario. But you should say zis only vunce.
That's about it
Love Maddie x
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