Dear Diary,
Today was a really shite day, a day as bad as only a Sunday could be. Morrissey was right. And it rained.
I got a really bad dose of the yips around Teatime, the shakes were so bad they measured 8 on the Richter scale and a local earthquake alert was issued.
Thank god for the back of the cupboard, the salvation of many a dipso. Down on my hands and knees ,stretching in past the Daz and the weighing scales I salvaged a quarter bottle of gin, some flat tonic, and a can of Carlsberg (probably the worst lager in the world) that had been left by a relative at Christmas.
Stormy weather abounds, people have been lost at sea, cliffs have fallen, streets are flooded and one of my best socks, the Italian merino wool one from TK Maxx, blew off the clothes line. Is there no god?
I did also find my missing paper weight and a reasonably edible mince pie, so maybe 2014 won't be so bad after all?
Love Peadar.
6 comments:
Chin up. We've still got 6 mince pies - you're welcome to them, and I'll knit you a replacement sock if that will help.
Good Morning, (Good evening, night, afternoon, whatever). I'm sitting here in the dark, my mind as blank as...no good simile...and what do I see? I see an Eejit lookin back at me!
I miss the old bus. The one with prompts and good poets turning the wheels. I love/hate/mostly hate Facebook, killer of my creative self.
Bring back the blog!!!!
Oh, and Happy New Year! :-)
Thank you for your kindness!Could you knit me some money, Heather?
Goood morning/noon/ night Karen!
Yes FB is a conundrum, I feel ambivalent about it. Time to go back to the blog I think, although I must confess addiction to FB.
A new weekly prompt? I think that might be fun. Not sure it would work the second time round, but still!
Happy New Year!
Thankyou for the terrible pun you left on my blog.
You am very most welcome Mrs Heather!
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