Nuffin.
Nuffin.
I’m worried about him. When he drives round a roundabout three times looking for his exit a mile from home late at night you might be concerned? Don’t be. He nearly got heat stroke at the Flying Legends Airshow. Many did! And it was midnight. He says he is worried about me. We haven’t asked Trevor. Not after he took my place at the Flypast…
Trevor and the Red Arrows above Buckingham Palace (A pillar of which is sticking out of his bonce!)
So! Too much fun. Too many problems. Too hot. A breeding ground for GAD. See previous blog. So, the day of the World Cup Final became a day to do absolutely nothing. A “Nuffin Day”. Now this is NOT just about a day doing nothing. The difference being that you are doing nothing in your bonce either. Bleedin’ impossible for ‘im! Hahaha.
So this is a Nuffin blog, more or less. Or was, until I remembered what my hero said further down!
Simon Drew.
Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.
A A Milne
“People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day” – Pooh
Lighting a Candle to Diddley on a Nuffin Day here in the garden of Laurel Cottage.
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