Here is my Advent confession.
I was chatting with a colleague the other day about his son at University. I asked what he was doing.
THIS TOASTER HAS BEEN CLASSIFIED AS MEDIUM RISK.
A group of people are directed to watch two teams playing basketball. One team wears black, one team wears white.
Panther and I were playing with some soft building blocks at the gym. Five of them had letters on and we were excited to find that out of the six options on each cube, there were three M’s, one U and one Y, one on each of the blocks.
I was in a shopping centre today and it was lovely and airy (air con), and then I popped outside to get some sunlight only to be surrounded by smoking chavs.
I liveblog Steph/ven and Lady C’s wedding. Keep mashing “refresh”, I need the pageviews!
This is the problem with parents, you do basically trust them, even when you half-believe they are aliens, keeping you as a future food source.
There is possibly a company out there who really can allow me to “plough her furrow with your new bigger tool” but who are perplexed that their online marketing isn’t working.
Part two, in which I talk about Waterstone’s and holiday destinations.