Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
You need SOMETHING to warm your bones this winter, Ollie. Have been thinking of you, pushing that snow shovel against an Everest of the white stuff.
Variety always adds an extra touch to the day (and nights, too).
No wonder you are a tired monk... drinking all that booze:)
I think it's the company that matters not the booze.
Whiskey nights. Rare at my house, but an occasional need!
Sounds like you enjoyed the pleasure of the "rich flavour layers touches of peat and oak" Nice
Mmmm, maybe I’ll invest in a bottle when I get back home from travelling (in just a few days). You remind me of what a pleasure it can be, whether Scotch or Irish.
ah - you know your spirits - safe travels.
You returned with a great winner. Welcome back to the world of blogging, in all its glory. Scotch. Makes the world go roundGood to see you Friday night. Let's stay in touch.-Square Corner
Sometimes I need the class others I just need the glass
Great to read you again... I share a toast to you. :)
It's not always in the presentation is it?
It’s all in the perspective and the time spent savoring, how sensately we choose to experience.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.