so i know that this is an incredibly random post - but let’s be fair, it’s a random blog and you’re still reading it, so i’m guessing i can get away with it, although this might be pushing the boundaries…

today, i was driving home from work and i went past a field filled with cows… nothing unusual i hear you say! the unusual thing was that there was a ditch at the side of the field to stop the cows from walking on the road and one of the herd had taken it upon themselves to try and cross the ditch to get to the road, i know - he wasn’t the brightest in the bunch, poor love! well, he was stood at such an angle, it looked like he was going to trip and fall any second… which got me thinking about cow tipping… (i told you it was random didn’t i?)

now for many years, it’s been believed that some odd people run up to cows when they’re stood sleeping and tip them for fun. firstly, why you would do that, goodness only knows and secondly it’s an urban myth! can you imagine, some guy stood in a bar talking with his work colleagues at the end of a hard week and then all of a sudden piping up with…

“so i went out last night, got completely wasted. was walking home, saw a cow getting a bit of shut eye. saw my opportunity and took it. snook up on him and before you know it, the cow was tipped and lying on the floor. you had to be there, it was side-splittingly funny!”

no, that’s what i thought - me neither. so whilst i was having a random moment, i googled it when i got home, just to see what evidence existed on the subject - i need to get out more, i realise. well some guy (lovely i’m sure) went to the trouble of working out the statistics behind the fine art. apparently the body mass wouldn’t make it that easy! plus apparently they sleep sporadically throughout the day whilst other members of the herd stay awake…

so, if you see a drunk, sneeking up on a cow, please stop them! just for their own self preservation!!!

random post complete, i’m off to research whether tipping a sheep would be easier!

most sane people are still fast asleep, catching up from their late saturday night. not me. oh no. everyone in my street decides that 8am is far late enough to start clattering and making noise. aargh! i want to be a lazy bum and still be asleep. i sincerely believe if that were the case i wouldn’t be craving eton mess.

eton mess i tell you. eton mess. yes that’s right, the dessert eton mess! it’s 10.30am, what’s wrong with me??? i’ve always thought i had a sweet tooth, but it would appear i have sweet teeth rather than a tooth. i’m going to try eating an apple to see if that helps and do some work ahead of next week. i’m not for a second expecting it to help, but it’s worth a try! what’s wrong with me?

btw - for the best ever eton mess, you have to go to the ivy. everywhere else just fails in comparison. have it in a pub and it’s just mashed up meringue, ice cream, cream and strawberries. ok, that’s still exactly what it is at the ivy, but damn it’s good!

ok, actually nothing to do with paris, but hey, it’s been one of those days. so i’m going to keep it brief. word advice for anyone thinking of buying a flat…

work out if you can afford the flat before putting in an offer, otherwise your offer is accepted and you don’t yet have a mortgage arranged and they want to complete within 28 days… triple espresso anyone?

hippy, happy, hoppy friday guys! m x

p.s. if i have skylights and not windows do i still need curtains as no one can see me getting changed? hmm!

i knew it. it’s true. it says it on wikipedia so it must be true.

you see it all started today, when i HAD to go out to buy myself the most horrid sandwich in the world. i went unprepared and didn’t take an umbrella! oh yes, you can guess what happened next. the heavens opened and i was drowned. but in the process of being drowned, whilst gasping for breath, i thought to myself, goodness it’s raining cats and dogs. that then led to a big wondering as to where that expression came from and whether a cat or dog has ever fallen out of the sky?!? i know, i often have days like this.

so, as soon as i got back into the office, i wikipedia‘d it and found out that it’s true. animals can and have fallen from the sky! can you believe it? ok, so they use the example of fish and frogs, which don’t exactly have the same body mass as a dalmation i’ll grant you, but nonetheless i bet it’s happened somewhere! Look at this post.

now that you’re amazed, both at how i get around in my life and also the fact that cats and dogs can fall out of the sky, i’m going to leave you to enjoy reading all about it. happy thursday peeps!

m x

p.s. it wasn’t actually really heavy rain, just enough drizzle to make your hair fuzzy beyond repair, but well it wouldn’t sound as exciting if i just wrote that would it?

p.p.s i’m sure that i’ve asked this before, but if dogs think - do they think with an accent? hmmn ponder!