If it wasn't March, I'd swear it was my birthday. Absolutely lovely, what can I say? I am not normally lost for words, but , like, WOW!
My sincere thanks to discolady, whose texting awoke me from the haze of shame I still felt this morning following my abysmal rendition of 'It's Raining Men' last night....(Paul managed to get a mention in that!)
I was barely able to restrain myself from skipping to the newsagents in my nightie, and purchased it as I started back across the Pennines on my journey homewards.
A word of warning to anyone else...don't try driving around double bends with a picture of Paul Clarke at your side. You just have to keep having a little peek, and it can be bloody hairy!
Happily, no harm done, and I'm back. Oh, yes, and Peachy and Discolady, just one thing. After seeing these pics I have to admit that when I said I was getting over Mr Clarke, I was obviously being about as honest to myself as he was when he told Amma and Bubble that Helen wasn't his cup of tea. The man is absolutely gorgeous, let's face it. Woweeee!






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Now why didn't I think of 'Springtime in Paris' for Paul and Helen?