MBH you should be an expert on those already. That's what I've got - remember, and you had to work out how to set my alarm for me?
Sounds like you're a proper candidate for I'm in the jungle get me out of here, or whatever it's called...
SparkOut, you are wonderfully weird, completely perfectly placed on the weirdometer. Exactly where I like you. Sort of weird enough to be a bit different and to be full of surprises, but normal enough to be a great laugh as well.
Sorry to hear you are full of cold - me too, and I have had NO appetite at all. So all this food I've been slaving over for the past few days has largely gone uneaten, by me at least.
Well, it's been INTERESTING here today (and last night). Stoopid son come home with a gash on his head last night - because his best friend (who is also a clever s*d, studying medicine at Bristol, believe it or not) was really drunk and tried to aim a kick at someone else's rear (for a joke) and succeeded in kicking Dibble in the head instead.
It didn't seem to phase him, but you know they say where there's no sense, there's no feeling...
Anyway the "sensible sister" ( who now lives with her boyfriend) got this comment from her boyfriend on facebook today:
"I was woken at 6am by a clacking noise. Was this the sound of the reindeer hoofs skittering across the roof, or of soot tinkling down the chimney as Father Christmas made a hasty retreat? No. It was the sound of my 24 year old girlfriend checking on the location of Santa on the internet, because she was so excited about it being Christmas day."
So. They arrived, and we all opened our stockings. Yes, we ALL had them. Father Christmas was very generous in our house. My husband then gave me a Radley handbag (very nice) and some hair straighteners. I knew I was getting these things because I was there when he got them.
Next thing I know, he's bringing in a giant flat boxed package into the living room.
"You do like surfing, don't you?" He asked, ominously.
So, I took the wrapping paper off, and find a big surf board shaped box with "The Miami Surf Company" labels all over it. I decided my husband had lost his mind. I tentatively opened the box, and found...
an ironing board.
(at which point I hit him with it). He then gave me another box, and said
"Well, I knew you'd love that one, so I bought you an iron to go with it" and presented me with an iron-sized box. Divorce very clearly marked on the cards, I opened said package and found...
a lovely new DAB digital radio.
We did laugh. Well, after my husband had reappeared from where he was hiding...