I'm happy to report that Mr. Dibley had a lovely day out on Sunday. The weather was nice enough to drive with the top down. Mr. Dibley's bow tie fluttered in the wind as we drove the back streets to Richmond. Once there, Mr. Dibley found a lovely lunch spot right on the water.
Mr. Dibley is not a tea totaler. He likes his afternoon pint.
Mr. Dibley spent the rest of the day at Hampton Court Palace. He likes to travel first class in my red wicker bag.
There is something about a gargoyle that makes Mr, Dibley feel quite majestic.
"Excuse me, there is a Dibley in my drink!!" This woman does not look happy to see Mr. Dibley.
Where's Dibley?
Mr. Dibley really enjoyed the gardens.
Mr. Dibley enjoyed listening to the commentary from the garden tour but didn't want to get in the path of those horses. He was afraid he might be buried in horse poo.
The grass feels so refreshing when you go commando.
Mr. Dibley is done. "Pack it up, Red!" he says as he waits to board the wicker bag. I beg for one more chapter but the air is getting chilly and Mr. Dibley forgot his pants.
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