Car Boot Sale

I've got a car boot sale on tomorrow with Carol, only it looks like rain and I'll have to get up at 7, so it'll just kill me. I mean, I shouldn't have to do all this work when I've just had the entire bungalow double-glazed. It's taken me two weeks to get it back to some kind of order, but it's still not as nice as it was when I was living there. It's just not got that sparkly finish any more now that it's just men living there. Men don't dust like women do, let alone wipe over the window sills.

And I was out from 12 till 7 on Wednesday at Trentham Gardens talking, so Thursday I couldn't get up virtually, I was that exhausted, but I had to struggle on at Dagfields all day. I tell you, I can't do 4 days a month anymore. It's just killing me. And now I've been given this picture of a semi-naked man with something written in Italian on the bottom of it to try and sell. It's what I'd call very gay, but maybe somebody will give me £20 for it.

You should come up here and help me sell some of these plates on Ebay. You know I don't know how to do it. No, I can't email you a picture because I don't know how to email either. And I can't do these attachments. What are they all about? How do you attach something to an email? I mean, how does it fit? I could work it out if i had an hour or two, I imagine, but I'm just too busy. So just come up to Stoke and help me with this ebaying. You can sleep on the double blow-up thing, because Kirsty hasn't got any beds yet. It'll be fine.