Good afternoon Tattlers...
after a lovely stroll with my aging lab in neighbourhood park, I can happily report of houses starting to look more shabby than Lalande...and how it puts me in a good mood!
Why on earth do you think I want a shabby neighbourhood? Where the gardens are overgrown, no dogs barking if you push the gate open...where mr. Postman rings the bell and nobody comes to receive parcels. This my friends, is JUSTICE. I hail my man BIll Browder who is helping us getting rid of rubbish. My neighbour mr. Alisjer Usmanov did not exactly invite the neighbours for drinks when he moved in, he's been rather quiet, and now gone. Ha. May his house become as overgrown as he cemetery, and may we never see him and his bloody cars drive up here ever again. Makes my property look like the BOMB in spite of my wife's lack of gardening funds (she claims!) Ah, Londonium, my home, was for years a safe port for Russian money, and people like Mikhail Fridman who works in the same business as myself had their kids educated alongside ours...now gone. Bye bye!!! How utterly NICE and just. Now then, back to Lalande gossip! Where the hell is Selmar these days? Has Dan fallen off his little vespa yet? How pregnant is the Argentinian? Is Phillip still using filters when he edits his old lady? My wife giggles of her forehead wrinkles that totally disappear in the vlog, then suddenly appear, and gone again. Filters apparently, and according to the old trouble and strife this is done by the not very manly Phillip. I still like the guy! He is honest about who he is, and they seem a good match! I don't believe he is gay, he is more like a lesbian (a very feminine one I admit).