Saturday

I loved The Tudors last night!
My favourite moment was when Cardinal Wolsey leant down to Cardinal Campeggio and called him a “Cunt”.
Much cheering and applauding in Sleepy Mansions!
Get it out your Eminence, get it out!

At about 3.30 this afternoon it was dark enough indoors to turn the lights on, but not dark enough outside to draw the curtains.
If you have the light on people can see straight in and EVERYBODY looks!
They can’t help it.
It’s like having to touch anything with a ‘Wet Paint’ sign attached to it.
I hate it and end up screaming,
“What?” at the window.

This evening I noticed our local Indian ‘stay open all night’ shop sells predominately Polish goods.
Jars and tins of unpronounceable stuff with pictures of unrecognisable vegetables on them.
It also smells of feet in there and I’m not sure why, the door is always open.
The trip to the shop is when I saw that the people in Number 3 have got their Christmas Tree up.
Bastards.
Thus starts my season of monumental grumpiness and Carol Singer avoidance.

This is my favourite tune of the day.
For some reason it just gets my grin on.
The video of Dolores is there because…..
Well, just look at that mouth!
She has a mouth made for…. Um.. You decide!
My favourite words of the day are Upwellings and Oblique.
I like what they make you do with your tongue when you say them.

The Freudian among you can just stop yourselves, right now!