Toothy is pleased to see Will and Bonnie around the place and leaves some chokkits and popcorn out with a bottle or two of wine to entice others in,
Good luck to son-of-Will in terms of exam results. Here's hoping retakes are not required but, if they are, that he breezes them.
So, baritone Will is to stretch to tenorship, eh? Go, Will! Tenors are like gold dust.

((((Hugs)))), Bonnie. It's rough to get a cole just when the weather is improving, Toothy sniffles. Yup, it's over here on t'other side of The Pond, too. One of Toothy's colleagues and their family (including new baby) have gone down with Norovirus, poor things, so she's hoping he doesn't bring it in to work and has disinfected everything around him all week. Brother of Toothy had the same thing a few weeks ago, but his wife (obsessive cleanliness person) came into her own and no one else in the house got it. Yay!
Mr Totty is wearing the new socks Toothy bought him recently. He likes them and asked where Toothy from. Come the reply "Fat Face. Oh, you mean where did I buy the socks? Teehee!"
