Crappy Monday. I spent an hour in the tunnel with the odor of burnt rubber and a lady stating that she was going to vomit. And, a man with a British accent letting the entire train know that he was "british." He said: "bloke, chap, carry-on, and Fantastic." I was waiting for cheerio!
Oh enjoying myself at the moment. Iris had two cocktails and picked up the phone thinking it was a friend and it turned out to be his mother. He is rambling on...
That is hilarious! When Mrs. Brd gets on the phone with her mother, even the dog gets annoyed, but at least our mothers are alive! My mother buried the last of her four sisters today.