If you could be someone else
for a day, who would that be? This is the question I am pondering for today. There
are so many choices.
I could be an animal. But
which one would I be? A dog? A cat? Or a bird, so I could merrily poop on
people? I'd only poop on people I like - it's supposed to be good luck after
all!
I could be Mickey Blue Eyes
just to see what it's like being married to me. Shudders....
Thursday, 12 March 2015
Monday, 9 March 2015
Decisons
I’ve never been good at making decisions. Sometimes I
find myself agonising over the simplest of things. Deciding what to have on a sandwich becomes
this epic debate in my mind, fraught with fear and self-doubt. Should I have
tuna or cheese and tomato? Perhaps a good old-fashioned curried...
Monday, 2 March 2015
Secrets Of The Heart
You might notice that the title of today's post sounds suitably melodramatic, just like the title of a Danielle Steele novel. Once again it is time to reveal some more of my deep, dark secrets. By now, my regular readers will be aware that I am an extremely brooding and mysterious individual.
Complex, multi-layered, intriguing and something of an enigma. Like many quiet...
Thursday, 26 February 2015
Soggy Sandwiches And Other Sagas
As usual I've been busy, busy, busy! Especially this week with the Oscars happening. I'm sure you spotted me on the red carpet. No? You just weren't looking hard enough. OF COURSE I was there! I dashed over on my private jet. Yes, I took my Dinner Fairy with me! Duh! OK you got me, I made...
Tuesday, 24 February 2015
The Middle Muddled Riddle
Welcome to another glorious Monday! Don't you just love that feeling when you wake up on this most revered of days and the sun is flooding the room with it's mellow rays? Birds are chirruping an enchanting tune outside your window. Your eyes sparkle with uncontained enthusiasm as you fling back the bed covers bursting with joy and energy, ready to start another week?
Yeah, me neither....
Thursday, 19 February 2015
He Called Her Cookie
For such a long time he had wanted a dog. Not a cat. Not a rabbit. Certainly not a guinea pig. It had to be a dog. And not just any dog.
"I want a golden retriever!" Mr 10 begged with imploring eyes.
A majestic golden retriever, with a glossy coat, melting, mischievous brown eyes and boundless energy. They could play and lollop and frolic and have so much fun! Mr 10's eyes shone with such...
Tuesday, 10 February 2015
YAY!
I have no idea what I'm blogging about and am just rambling because my laptop/internet connection has suddenly decided to work and I just need to type while it works. Because it will just decide to shit itself again and it will be another six months before I can post here and i know I'm not using proper grammar and punctuation because I'm in such a raving rush.
This...
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