Saturday night has changed from the days when I refused to ever stay home on a Saturday night. The night usually concluded with some 'fun' together. Hey hey, it is Saturday night, nookie night. Not soured by thoughts of going to church on Sunday, I always work up the next morning with a happy self satisfied relaxed smile on my face. Saturday night is now a night for good and/or repeat British tv shows, and scotch, checking Tattslotto to see if we are suddenly rich, and scotch, writing inspired blog posts and scotch, thoughts and headlines for future blogging, and scotch, and planning Sunday, and scotch.
Oh, I will finish this later. My new and ever so interesting Russian oligarch friend in London with impeccable taste in home furnishings is messaging me on my tablet. His offer of an airfare is generous, but I know how disappointed he would be. I will just stay here with R.
Is nyet the Russian word for no? I foolishly learnt the Russian word for yes first.