Disappointment

I was supposed to be staying with Imelda Appleblossom from Pudsey, on Saturday and she promised me gin for breakfast, with my bacon and eggs because I do not like white bread.

Imelda and I were going to be tourists in Sheffield and have a posh lunch but now she is ill.

 
I casually informed Albert about my disappointment and told him I may stay in and dust; plans may change!