This was classic "grannygate" with her one-track mind when it comes to bottle talk. She's got our two for the whole night in a couple of days though, so I'm saying no more, as it's a bold and heroic gesture, she's sure to regret. Me and my fella are off to a "gig" in London. I know, what the "peaches geldof" I'm I thinking. Can hardly say the word gig anymore, let alone stand and jostle with sweaty bods for four hours, do enough of that at monkey business.
Don't know who'll be more pooped though, her or us. There's sure to be a prime granny-ism, maybe she'll send bibby 1 off to nursery with a fun-size bottle of gin for lunch (better hide my secret stash).
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