Just had a week in cornwall, fantastic, though my bowel and bladder did slightly dictate my day, and the two hour cliff coastal walk was agony!!!
Slight swap of topic, i have a fucking blue bottle flying round the conservatory, buzzing away, so i open all hige doors, widows etc for it to fudging fly out and it won't why is it you get a fly on a window and they never go out they just hammer away at the part of the window that doesn't open???
Right back to cornwall, ....hold on i gotta kill the fly........fudging can't reach it so i have re opened the patio doors to the garden.......im shivering, and the little sod is now quite happily flying round the room missing the chuffing gert open space!!!!!
Right well the walk round the coast was amazing, though two hours and complete sunburnt head, arms and neck, Tony was so so pink, and what made us laugh was at 10pm we went to a Tesco to get after sun, and in there we looked so so red/pink, we looked so inner city pikey chavs, was very funny, good sit com stuff
Can i just say Ten out of ten for Cornish Beach surfing totty, shit married man aside and flip, and ten out of ten for class, i hardly saw a tattoo at all the whole week, so lovely, and NON on the necks , legs etc, gosh i so so need to be there, when we came back to Swindon its just tattoo HELL.... pikey and rough, i need to move..... we need to move.....sooon
The funniest part was seeing a lovely puppy from the toilet tissue advert, and i shouted out 'ooh look a kleenex dog', and Tony said it's not kleenex isn't it Durex?, and then after some pondering, and gasps from the crowd, we realized its Andrex, Gosh i so so cant believe Tony said Durex, then realized what he had said!!!!
Can i just also Dis Cornwall for a second? we travelled through some lovely very old villages with properties hundreds of years old, all Rickety, stone, some with thatch, so WHY THE HECK DO THEY PUT AWFULL NAFF PLASTIC WINDOWS IN THEM??? THEY LOOK AWFUL. some of these houses were so so beautiful, and to have awfull tacky plastic windows is just a crime, i was traumatized quite alot, and slightly got on Tony's nerves, that and tattooless people and how lovely that was, and needing a wee and poo frequently......
So its back to work Monday, Hoorah.......
Ohh a fab book to read is by Emma kennedy and its called ' the tent, the bucket and me' and its her stories from camping with her family in the 1970's, so so funny, also i read Chris Cleave's 'Incendiary' which is weird but good, generally its about a lady who's husband and son are killed by Osama Binladan and her life after and her mental state, its fiction but you can see the realness about it.
Well tis late now so i will bid you goodnight, that fly is still flying round but only when the doors are shut, im now closing them again and tomorrow it will be dead ........
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