Having burnt my fringe off by leaning over the stove last night, I have decided to say in bed today eating very small, slightly sour apples. It is obviously far too dangerous to go outside.
However, much excitement "over at" (I think that's what you say) the weblog of Hot Coffee Girl, who labours under the misapprehension that I am 'sexy' but otherwise seems fairly sensible, despite the fact that she calls me "a real tart" which is strange, for as regular readers will be aware, I have sworn off Gentleman Callers until I can look at myself naked in a full-length mirror without calling the emergency services.
Anyroad up, she wrote from the Americas asking for a "guest post", which I have done. Happily for all concerned, I can therefore lie fearfully in bed all day without worrying about writing my own blog.
Oh, and while you're at it, you should probably go and read Tired Dad. He's awfully good, if a little timid.
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2 comments:
Americana post is the best thing you've written so far - fan-bloody-tastic!!! (yesss exclamation marks - sue me!!!!)
Tired Dad still scares me, quite a bit actually.
Small sour apples? Crabs?
Oh goodie it's wine o'clock...(early on Fridays)....Salut!
xx
M. STOP WITH THE EXCLAMATION MARKS RIGHT NOW OR ELSE.
Dunno what Tired Dad is like in real life but I reckon he's timid like a mouse. anyway I've given him two big-ups now and I think that's quite enough for one lifetime.
No not crabs, I sat in a bucket of petrol only last week, so they should be clear by now. Hope so anyway. I am inspired now, and will go to the shop to buy wine of my own.
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