Mucking fuddle…

Oh my days.  I have got myself in a right mess. I started this week with one date on Saturday in Brighton with Manuel, he isn't really called Manuel but I don't know what his name is so Manuel will have to do for now.  It suits him as he is Spanish. I was, I … Continue reading Mucking fuddle…

I need a hero…

You know I said I didn't need a man.  Well I've changed my mind. This morning, on this lovely sunny Sunday, I have been cleaning my blocked drain.  It was honking to say the least.  I have a very weak stomach as the neighbours found out at 10 o'clock this morning when I was retching … Continue reading I need a hero…

Pft…

Sorry but Pft is about all I can muster until I have had more coffee. Sunday morning, again. Where does the week go? I am only on my second coffee, up early again, why I can't sleep at the moment is beyond me. I have never had trouble sleeping. To say I am finding it … Continue reading Pft…