I’m really
not sure this salad spinner idea is a good one, on so many levels. Firstly, do
you not think you’ll look a little conspicuous when you whip your
knickers off and start whirling them round your head in that thing? Secondly,
what happens to all that liquid? I’ll tell you what happens – it will fly out
of the spinner hitting everyone within a 10-foot radius and land in peoples’
drinks. They will not be happy Mor, especially when they discover what the
liquid is. I’m telling you now, this is not one of your better ideas!
I hope you
enjoyed your Easter break. After that glorious chocolatey gluttonous weekend, I thought I'd better get back on track with this diet and exercise lark so decided to walk rather
than drive when I went to get my nails done.
There was a
moment when I thought perhaps I should drive cos it looked a bit like rain, but as He
hadn’t got the car out of the garage, the decision was made for me. I’m banned
from getting my own bloody car out now because He says as a woman I don’t have
the spatial awareness of men and will probably run into the side of the garage
as I reverse. Sodding cheek – truth of it is Mor, that garage is so full of
crap that by me moving the car could cause the whole bloody lot to collapse.
Anyway, I
digress – back to the walk. I thought I was awfully smart and clever to pop an
umbrella in my bag and wear a waterproof coat, just in case but really, I would
be fine. Well I wasn’t bloody fine was I? I only got a couple of hundred yards
up the road and it started to rain but that was ok cos smart me had an umbrella in
the bag. But ffs Mor, we have a sodding cupboard full of umbrellas and I pick
the twatting broken one! Spokes going off at all angles. Took me ages to get
the thing up and then it’s bloody useless (think I might have heard that phrase
before!). But never mind because I was wearing my waterproof coat. Only
waterproof doesn’t really mean waterproof, does it? It means sodding light mist
proof.
But that’s
not the end of it. Oh no. So there I am walking along at a fair old pace by
now, drenched and with a randomly spoked umbrella when a bastarding bus driver
thinks it’s very bloody amusing to drive straight through the bastarding
puddle!!!!
Well, FML.
Your
ever-suffering Myfanwy
xx
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