Hello,
I'm as weak as a kitten. I think I might have overdone the festivities a bit. I have drunk beer, champagne, red wine and white wine. I have scoffed nut roast, potatoes, chocolate, cake, peanuts, crisps, cheese and bread. I have trebled in size.
24 hours later I'm still a bit fragile. I can't do anything. I'm trying to knit a scarf but I can't seem to summon up the energy. One of my many resolutions for the next twelve months is to master knitting. I nipped out to the shops today and bought a couple of copies of that fine publication, The Idler and some other bits and bobs. Since then I've been napping and watching the television.
If you haven't already done so, follow the link in yesterday's post and have a hoot at Arnie, you will not be disappointed. Failing that go here and vote for blog of the week.
Cheerio
2 comments:
i would love to be youre stalkee as you seem to have a sense of humour and read my blog pity i live in London though.
Anonymous, reveal your identity and you shall be a stalkee. Mind you given the distance I might have to 'cyberstalk' you.
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