Earlier today, on the way to work in Fairford, we drove past the airfield, as we often do and Peter (my work sidekick) remarked on all the people lined up on the side of the road with cameras and picnics and what not and remarked that there must be something of great excitement and worth flying in today such as B-52’s. I responded by saying that B-52’s live there already, that they’re commonplace in Fairford, boring to the locals and it must be flying pigs they’re looking for. It was a Saturday morning and I was tired, and feeling frank, well actually I was probably touching my face, but you know…
It is now 7.20pm and i’m not tired but I did just draw a picture in response to said earlier conversation. Yes, that is Jesus taking a selfie BTW.
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