When I first started writing my blog, back in the dark ages, I really thought I would have nothing to write about. I certainly didnt think anyone would ever read it. I got very excited over my first comment and pleased when I attracted 5 visitors a day!
But now it is nice that a few of you, who I consider friends, are coming back and reading the drivel I write. And I still have nothing really to write about, I have nust become more expert in waffling about it.
But it's you people that make the blog fun for me. It's like being the Landlord of my own pub. Where Regulars have their own stool and visitors can drink their pints in the beer garden next to the stinging nettles. And at night, I can have a lock-in with a select few and party the night away dancing to Agadoo and The Conga and eating the sausage rolls that Ian Beale has provided.

So why not pull up a seat and order a cocktail, although I would steer clear of the Screwdriver if I were you

For Sminchin...

For Eggbod and Kay

For Ros

For Lyndlj

For Aj and Cartlionel- I have reserved a table for you both

OK something gross has just happened. Dont read on if you are easily put of....
Well Our toilet has been playing up, not flushing very well and been leaking a bit (The cystern, before you start creating your own gross stories) So I have been up there with my screwdriver trying to fix things. Anyway I tried to fix it and to check I put some paper down to see if it flushed away.
Then my mate came round to pick up his present, so I got a bit distracted. I did hear a clunk from upstairs but thought nothing of it.
After my friend had gone I really needed the loo, so i went to have a wee, muttering to myself that the paper was still there and hadn't flushed away. Damn! Then I realised something. The Screwdriver was missing. it was on the sill weighing down the curtains which were now blowing around in the wind. It was then I saw it, glistening at the bottom of the basin beneath the newly formed hole in the paper. So I reached down instinctively to get it, totally forgetting that I had just relieved myself. It was only when was in there grabbing the screwdriver that the smell of it reminded me. Yuk!

PS I am now clean

Sunday morning.
I have just done my marking which I have been putting off all week. Why is it that I had 9 days to do it and I end up doing it on the last possible day? Some people may call me a pro (crastinator that is). I wonder if you can ever be an anticrastinator?
I had a strange dream last night. I was at work and no-one would talk to the HM because she was seen as a 'baddie' but everyone wanted to know what was going to happen to their jobs but only the HM knew. But I went to speak to her and she told me things and the conversation was overheard and I thought everyone would disown me but instead they thought I had insider information and kept grilling me for it. Actually I am not sure whether it was a dream or it actually happened! lol

I did get woken up in the middle of the night because some animal decided to rip open our bin bag. Well if some poor fox is desperate for an old cereal box and washing up liquid bottle then good for them. Perhaps it was a badger that is a keen Blue Peter fan and is wanting to make a model of Tracey Island! Who knows!

The sun is shining again. Two days in a row now so that can't be bad. My fiend will be coming over later to pick up his birthday present. I still have to wrap my OH's presents for next week. It always seems that the presents I get are always DVD shaped, but the things she wants comes in huge boxes! Actually she already has had her main present, a brand new thin mobile phone- I am quite jealous of it!