Holly cow

Comin at ya like a bag of fleas!

Moving is now becoming a serious effort on the new home, part of me thinks I shall fuse into the place before long.

Last night was undoubtedly the coldest on the thing, yet we have still managed to not turn on the stove yet. Yet it feels like if we turn it then BAM on then i'll be doing hoola wearing nothing but a sarong and pink fluff whilst gobbing on a crab.

Actually its much more likely that I won't be doing that, but turning into a stone gargoyle on the pew, that is much more likely, alas, that will not be tonigth as I have another light to fit anda gas bottle to change..

But expect to hear from a much lasier me from now on, bed at 8 O'clock tonight anyone?

xxx