so, you’ll have to excuse me if there’s more mistakes than normal in this post - you see i went to a party with my friend last night. i was a little worried about going as we were going to meet with her dance group - and i had visions of them all looking perfect and dancing like beyonce, which is enough to make any girl insecure. we had a really good night though - that was of course until we got into the taxi to come home.

i think i realised it was going to be a bad ride when the taxi driver looked up and said “you girls are a bit old to be coming out of that club aren’t you?”. the cheek. to make matters worse we then thought it would be a great idea to get him to guess our age. note to self, don’t play game if you don’t want to run the risk that the answer won’t be favourable! turns out he thought we were mid-thirties (we’re actually mid-twenties, OK, late twenties, but still!). by now we were practically suicidal!

it didn’t stop there though. oh no.  he proceeded to tell me that i talk like the queen before insulting my neighbourhood and telling my friend she was the rougher of us two (which to be honest, there’s not a single rough thing about her!). well by the time we got home, tensions were high and we still had to pay the fare. if i had known, i would rather have walked.

damned taxi man.

i’m going to console myself by a day of endulgement - cuddling my cat, watching dvds and maybe even eating ice cream. yum.

have a great weekend, m x

ok, that sounds much worse on a web page than it did on my head. would it make things sound any better if i told you that i actually mounted it on my heel? it doesn’t really does it??? ok, well it just wasn’t a good situation. this is what happened…

i walk to the end of my garden, in a rush to leave the house when all of a sudden i stand on something rather squidgy to the touch. frightened that i’d stood on one of my cats paws (don’t even ask!), i looked down quickly, only to find a mouse hanging off of my heel. before you know it i’m yelping like a little girl and jumping up and down on the other foot in the hope that it would fall off.

it turns out hugo the lickle (only not so lickle) ginger cat had thought it would be lovely to bring me a gift in the form of the bottom half of a mouse. nice. please someone tell him that perfume or a handbag would be much more gratefully received in future. instead, i had to go to work with mouse blood on my heel - not quite the look i was going for!

… i don’t like their name! recently i’ve been listening to pigeon detectives and it has to be said, i really love their sound. i can’t quite come to terms with their name though. you see, it turns out i have a bit of a prejudice against pigeons - although it’s something that has only just come to my attention and it’s really quite disturbing - which led me off on a train of thought…

correct me if i’m wrong, but aren’t they disease ridden birds. i quote:-

“homing pigeons can be hosts to various diseases, some of which can be transmitted to humans”

ew! the things are deadly! in addition, anyone who’s been to trafalgar square in london will be able to tell you how terrifying the things are - there’s thousands of them and they fly straight at your head. i tell you, they have no fear!

mary poppins might have sung about feeding the birds - but she didn’t sing the next verse which was “be warned because then they’ll poop on your head” did she??? i think we’re only hearing one side of the story
on that lovely thought, now that my post makes no sense whatsoever and i’m feeling totally and utterly unsettled, i’m going to go and take a shower - i feel kind of dirty!

happy friday,

m x

p.s. oh my goodness, i’ve just thought of a fear that i’m going to have to put on my “things i’m scare of” page - being pecked to death by pigeons. yes i know - today’s another random day!

p.p.s don’t even get me started on magpies - the little thieves!

it’s late. i should be asleep. instead, i’ve been setting up a new group on facebook and doing a mini-redesign on the blog. what happened? when did the geek in me take over?

i’d love to the get the site properly designed but as cash is tight at the moment (what with a new flat and all - eek!) i decided i would do a bad but new job myself, so here we are - dadah! nowhere near ideal i know, but it will do until tomorrow when i’ll look at it again and wonder why i bothered when i was so tierd and thought it looked ok!?!

anyway, rather than ramble on, i’m going to get some sleep and hope i make more sense in the morning. assuming i don’t have a brain transplant overnight though, it’s unlikely - so we’ll continue this conversation then.

…sweet dreams