Oh I'm up for a sexy barrister/barrista/barman/bartender/barechested man. I don't think one will be enough. You know what we are like, when we all get together, It's the quiet cafe grans we need to worry about. Once they have had a few "coffees" There is no knowing what they will will get up to.
By the way, the bartender is mine. The rest of you can share.
Good Morning Sunday 9th August 2026
Royal Mail threatens to stop deliverys over dog attacks



you caught me out......but it can't be good for us to eat the peanuts on the bar when Gertrude has her paws resting in the dish!
ourselves under the table early on and don't remember much of the night. I do keep getting flashbacks of a tattoo. Mean anything to anyone? Does that mean the sailor boys turned up. Oh I do love a sailor! Purely platonically, of course. 