Making the bed is not going well. Probably the glue sniffing. It's not my fault I keep finding more interesting things to do other than housework. That's the nice thing about a Hoover, it just sits in the middle of the lounge, silent and patient. It knows that sooner or later I'll have to stop kicking it aside and actually use it.
It's pissing down outside and I'm cold so I haven't turned the pilot light off in the gas fire so I can't put up the folderoles for decoration.
Laugh of the day was 'her down the back' having solar heating put up but they had to stop because of the rain.
Laugh of the week was hearing the Blight and Blonde have gotten humongously fat. Of course my spy could have been just a tad spiteful because he'd just won the Christmas ham raffle which she was hoping to win. With all his money and he's still looking to win the food raffle, his father's son all over. Fat, heart attack on legs but not her, she's already got a pacemaker, the reptile.
Okay, I'm ready to try the bed once more. Wouldn't you think someone would have had the bright idea to write top, bottom, sides on an almost square doona?
Chocolate Ripple cake very luscious and rich. I decided to freeze it but forgot to put freezer paper on the plate so now I can't get it off and the plate is frozen as well. On the other hand I did find the half dozen donuts I bought last week, nicely frozen but they thaw fast. Fancy me forgetting donuts, talk about a senior's moment.