Cracking day at the ranch. Nature looking all bloomy and gorgeous. Climbing into my car this morning a large mango was waiting for me.
Looking all juicy and gorgeous. [The mango that is] A rogue mango that crawled liver like from the confines of my bag for life late on Friday night after I left the shopping in the car. Nothing else for it – the mango was coming to work with me. Not only does it get to fly from Puerto Rico in a temperature controlled Jumbo Jet it also gets a gratuitous early morning tour of the East Midlands. If you were a mango could you think of a better adventure?
Enjoying muchly the brilliant Double Take. Sven’s pants being a particular favourite..
Q: Is irark anywhere near irack and where the hell is eyerack?
…and the verse is…