I really do.
They never wait for you.
Conductor is 99% always a knob head.
Smelly men always sit next to you.
I wanted to get home on time.
Couldn't collect doggy with Mark.
Waited hours for him to get back home whilst I stood in the porch (I didn't have a key).
Ok, it was only 10 minutes, but still.
As I stood in the porch I looked around our street and neighbours houses and noticed that one of them had painted their tiles from grey to red. Like a fake terracotta blended with rouge.
Blech, made my eyes bleed.
This put me further in a bad mood.
Roofs should, at least, look uniform.
Mark swerves around the corner into our lil cul-de-sac and all was forgiven when Eddy was placed in my arms for eternal loving tonight.
We love our new puppy.
He completes our family in waves of love you can't measure.
Funny old day really. But not funny "ha ha".
Also, please do not call me or email me if you expect me to laugh.
For at least 48 hours until I recharge.
I have no will or energy left in my body because I spent all week choking to death on "fat bird style" laughter. You know, the sound of a laugh that makes you feel like you smoke 100 a day (which I do NOT do). Blood vessels have been burst, bladders weakened, chest inflamed from lack of oxygen between hysterics and neck ache from throwing my head back with giggles. So as much as I hate trains and old men with halitosis the balance is outweighed with puppy love and extremely fun work colleagues selling uber fab mega amounts of BG and DB.
Pics coming soon.
Winner of the kit coming tomorrow.