My friend K wants to live in Beatrix Potter's house in the Lakes.
So...I think we'd better plan a bank job.
Not really, for a start off.......some of the banks around here have closed, and are now computer shops, pubs or cafes. Can you imagine if things like that happened overnight, and you had your plan all ready?
You'd get up ..drive to the "job" storm in and sling a sack across the counter telling the person behind to fill it with the "goods"! At best...you might get a new PC, but you might just get two pints of lager and a packet of crisps! Or a nice cup of Earl Grey and a buttered scone.
Now K tells me that ..anywhere nice and peaceful would do..what a relief..don't think I could stand the suspense of wondering if the bank job would turn out to be a picnic.
Oh..and I must apologise for the wrongly spelt words in my first post...my finger was bleeding and I kept hitting the wrong keys........no...I didn't cut it typing...I cut it on a can...I'll explore cans and can openers another time.