Roger, over and out...

Morning chums, I came home to lots of exciting things yesterday. Including the two tops I ordered from American Eagle; a Lacoste watch I ordered for my partner (I wanted to get her something nice for our engagement and she mentioned that she’d quite like a watch ages ago. It’s amazing what I file in this cluttered mind of mine); and (yes there’s more!) walkie talkies!

I don’t think I’m over egging the pudding to say that a childhood dream came true yesterday: to own my very own pair of proper walkie talkies. I mean sure, I had an Action Man set but then, who didn’t?! And they barely worked either side of a door. These work over a 3 mile radius and I was so excited that I needed a wee. I don’t know what it is about walkie talkies, I mean, it’s not like I haven’t got a very efficient mobile phone. God knows, anyone that’s every seen me shouting for the Steelers will know I can probably yell loud enough to cover 3 miles. But when I saw them advertised, all that excitement of being 12 again came flooding back and I knew I had to have them. I have no idea of when or even why we might need to use them, but at least I know that when the time comes to communicate with someone over a three mile radius without the aid of a mobile phone, I’m ready for the job…

Pay day!

I’m a bad girl. I’ve just ordered two tops from American Eagle… pay day anyone?! I have just paid all my bills so I felt I needed a little sugar.

I need to take the hound out for his morning constitutional because he’s looking at me like he’s been abused… oh sure you feed me premium dog food, you love me and spend time playing and stroking me, you walk me twice a day and you think it’s funny when I do sideway’s rolls (don’t ask, but it’s like a crocodile doing a death roll) and I have access to a lovely garden but you haven’t walked me his morning and frankly lady, that’s what counts… I’m such a bad mother…

I’m a little ashamed of our window boxes. There, I said it. Tomorrow we’re off to Homobase to get new boxes and some flowers and plants. Our pansies have wilted and the lemon conifers look like they’ve been through a very rough detox. In short, our boxes are not up to our usual high standard. And as I sit here typing away I think it’s time to bring them into the back garden where they can be revived and supported through plant group therapy…

Anyway, I’m supposed to be doing some work not documenting the chaos in my personal life. Although I suppose if all that’s wrong is the dog hasn’t been walked and the lemon conifers need a water, I’m doing OK…

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