So, I’m all moved into my new place but as yet unpacked. And it’s nice. Not brilliant, but nice.
So, last night I slept in a bed for the first time in just under a month. Yay! And, as a bonus, I wasn’t woken up by a dog deciding that I really need my face washed at stupid o clock in the morning as my mother went home yesterday with the two dogs.
I love my mum, but she can be annoying at times. On Thursday, she decided that the clock on the cooker really needed to be set. Unfortunately, she only succeeded in setting the timer going. We can’t get the damn thing to shut up permanently unless we switch off the cooker at the wall. Then, she spends over £30 on food for me and started complaining that she hadn’t bought enough.
£30. On food. For one person. And she doen’t think she bought me enough.
I want to know what drugs my mother was on when she said that.
Looky! Dogs!
The black one is Tia and she’s 7 months. The other one is Kari and she’s 12 years old.
And if anyone could come up with an amusing comment, I’ll stick it into a lolcat creator. Or possibly make a motivational poster.
And some random graffitti pics:
Will
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