Teen and I have
enjoyed our new sofa, it is pure luxury and I love it, though I did have
a panic moment, with the colour of it? Hub and I went to choose it on our own.
I don’t know if you can remember the day, but it was way back in January, it
was a nightmare, No one would serve us, remember, I went wondering around the
shop to try and get someone to take notice? Well the man told us it was
chocolate brown leather, so Teen said today, it was lovely, black and he loved
it? I said, “Black? He said yep, so I didn’t want to believe him, and I know
that boys can sometimes get colours wrong, so I took out our stupid colour gage
thingy from the basket at the front
door, and decided to see what that said?
Oh it is rubbish, first blue, then dark brown, oh I was
happy with that one, then it decided to be red then white? Teen stood up and said
in the light, it kind of did look brown? Then I wondered if he was saying that
to make me happy? I hope it is brown? I’m
sure it will be! As for that stupid
colour thing/ machine, it is right one in thirty times and when it tells
me my blonde hair is green, I’m not
impressed…
Teen off to town again. Study? No!
I have had a lovely chat with my friend from Russia. She is
in Serbia right now and that place sounds so lovely, she said the oranges grow
on trees everywhere and the sea is the most amazing colour of clean turquoise?
A quarter of the population where she is staying, are English. The mountains
and natural beauty sound wonderful, but she said that the car pollution is
really bad, as the exhausts are dreadful there is no rule to be clean and the
cars are so very old, she said you would have to go a long way in Moscow, to
get them so old?
Next door to me are cooking their curry. Oh my God, it is
not really a nice smell, in fact it is blooming revolting? Some days the smell
is so lovely, I just want to pop over
the fence, smile and get myself an invite? But not today, oh no, it is like
five hundred cloves of garlic, being chopped and I can smell it right through
our house, in fact, it is getting stronger.
Thank God, my dogs have decided to lie down and my Canary,
Irish, also has got his little quiet head on.
God, just thought, I hope one of the dogs, has not opened
the cage door and eaten him? May be that is why they are quiet, guilt? That will
explain my song free living room. Ha.
Can’t wait until tomorrow, talking to my bf. I love our chats, he is the best. I
really wish he and his wife, would live near us?
Oh my poor X husband, now then, you won’t catch me saying
that very often? Well, he always said that 2013, would be his lucky year, as
13, was his lucky number. So far, this year, has been dreadful for him and I
really do feel for him?
First he had a cancer scare, then today finds out if he is
going to be made redundant? There is a
90% chance he will be and tomorrow, bless him, his Mother gets buried and I don’t
wish that on him at all.
He was there for when my parents died I really feel bad I am
not there for him. I would not feel so bad, if Teen would be with him, but he
is old enough now to make up his own mind? Oh life?
OK, my friends are on Facebook, so I am off for some chat, then must do some ironing? Or
perhaps not?
xxxxxx
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