I don't bloody know whether I'm coming or going with this constant changing of cars and motorbikes that your father does. One minute it's a Mitsubishi, the next minute it's a Citroen and now it's this bloody Mazda. How anyone can expect me to get into anything this low with my pelvis, I don't know. And this boot's ridiculous. You could barely even get an Art Deco radium glass sucrier into it, let alone a Moorcroft jardinière.
Wednesday, 2 April 2014
Auditioning for Antiques Road Trip
I don't bloody know whether I'm coming or going with this constant changing of cars and motorbikes that your father does. One minute it's a Mitsubishi, the next minute it's a Citroen and now it's this bloody Mazda. How anyone can expect me to get into anything this low with my pelvis, I don't know. And this boot's ridiculous. You could barely even get an Art Deco radium glass sucrier into it, let alone a Moorcroft jardinière.
Monday, 31 March 2014
Wednesday, 30 October 2013
Tuesday, 29 October 2013
Google Hangouts
I wish somebody would tell me how these bloody Google Hangouts work. It keeps popping up saying, "You were in a Hangout", and I just wasn't. What's going on? I'm busy enough as it is, having to look after Robbie the Dog day in day out, without the added trauma of Google telling me I've done things I haven't done. And now I've got this new Samsung phone without any buttons on it. How I get the photos out of it, I've no idea. This woman from Dagfields was telling me I just have to hold it near the computer and the photos just get absorbed into it. I don't understand that at all. I'm meant to be going to Norfolk, but I'm just so worn out by technology that I can't face it.
Wednesday, 14 August 2013
Wednesday, 29 May 2013
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
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