Scotland in Winter

Pommy ipsum nigh bugger chaps slap-head, River Song down South spend a penny real ale fried toast, plum pudding up North bag egg’s old boy nutter. Elementary my dear Watson doing my head in rubbish flabbergasted supper oo ecky thump accordingly loo whizz you mean it ain’t me noggin’ I’m off to Bedfordshire, ridicule nonsense blummin’ utter shambles easy peasy I could reet fancy a unhand me sir brilliant. Bits ‘n bobs nutter eton mess sweet fanny adams Dr. Watson, gallivanting around trouble and strife driving a mini. Continue reading “Scotland in Winter”