Friday, 27 August 2010
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Monday, 16 August 2010
Saturday, 7 August 2010
Recovering
I'm only just getting over Ibiza now. What with having to traipse up to the top of the cathedral and take two different taxi boats to Ibiza Town, I was exhausted by day three. And then they made me get on this lilo just so they could laugh at me.Anyway, why aren't you watching Antiques Road Trip? It'll give you some ideas for what to buy. And don't say you don't like antiques. Nobody hates antiques. That's ridiculous! Anyway, if you see any puppets in boxes like these, buy them. Doesn't matter how much, just buy them an
d then I can sell them on. They go mad for these at Dagfields, I'm telling you now.
Monday, 2 August 2010
Monday, 12 July 2010
Ibiza
The dog's been down to the cemetery with Paul to see your grandmother. I've not been down there for six months, but it's these bloody hot flushes. If I can get your father to get me some more oestrogen, I might be a bit more compos mentis, but the only conversation you ever get is about sudokus. If he asks you a question, it's only ever a cryptic clue.
Did I tell you I've bought £350 worth of antique glass at auction, only I've broken two ewers already. I'm not sure if it's getting old or these varifocals, but I just can't judge where the tops of things are. It's terrible.
And I don't know why I'm going to Ibiza. I must be mad. Guess who's booked flights which leave at 7am? It's alright for him, he's not permanently shattered...
Did I tell you I've bought £350 worth of antique glass at auction, only I've broken two ewers already. I'm not sure if it's getting old or these varifocals, but I just can't judge where the tops of things are. It's terrible.
And I don't know why I'm going to Ibiza. I must be mad. Guess who's booked flights which leave at 7am? It's alright for him, he's not permanently shattered...
Sunday, 27 June 2010
Sunday, 13 June 2010
Dog Urine
I've been trying to plan a holiday, but it's just too stressful, so I just don't think I can bring myself to go anywhere. Everywhere you go, it's either too hot, the flight's too long or they don't speak proper English, so you might as well just stay at home. I mean, it's enough to send your blood pressure through the roof trying to get a decision out of Kirsty and besides, they want a beaches and bloody mountains to go running up, so where are you supposed to go for that? I think I'd rather just stay at home and look after Evie, only now she's lost her lipstick and eyeshadow in the shape of a mobile phone, so there'll be hell to pay if that doesn't turn up behind the settee.
I tell you, it's just easier to stay here and forget the idea of holidays, because then there's the dog who can't be left five minutes without needing to empty his bladder. Your father and I have spent the last 25 years mopping up dog urine. It's just a blessing that this floor's Amtico, that's all I'm saying.
Friday, 4 June 2010
That Manchester
They all have to be different up in That Manchester. It's not like Stoke where everybody's normal...
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