Sssh don't tell mines Mr Husband I am blogging. I am
supposed to be packing boxes. I have already delayed it by treating him to
another trip to Dunelm. He makes noises that sound pleasurable in Dunelm. I could be
wrong. Also I took him to Tesco where he looked at all the fathers days cards
wistfully. So I got him a dead crow on the way home to cheer him up. He was
annoyed. I don't know why I bother! I took him to B and Q as well and I tried
to talk him into buying some Gorilla Glue just
incase I buy a Gorilla off of one of those nice adverts on the telly (it be
only a matter of time). He said 'no, pumpkin, we don't be wanting feckin
gorillas going all over the house gluing stuff. And you are not to buy one. We
might get stuck with him'. So I may sneak back when he isn't looking and get
some. I just feel I should have some - just in case. Its a nice day but I am
having to wear me woolly hat with the flaps cos I can't find me hairbrush
again. Its gonna be warm packing boxes.
Catch you all laters!
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