I got married to the widow next door
She’s been married seven times before
And every one was an Henry
She wouldn’t have a Willy or a Sam
I’m her VIII old man, I’m Henry
Henry, the VIII, I am
It ain’t nothing but I a family thang…
Continue reading I’m Henery the eighth I am, Henery the eighth I am I am…
Who knew that my death cell pudding, favourite all time dessert follows the route the Tour De France just took? I suppose the Kent part is pushing it a bit and it didn’t go to Scotland this time…but they probably travelled through Kent to get to the next stage, and there is a strong alliance between Scotland and France – okay that is tenuous at best… Continue reading Yorkshire Puddings, Kent Strawberries, London Syrup, Scottish Ice Cream…
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