If it's sunny and you know it clap your hands

Well it's a lovely day today, although having not had any sleep does it mean its still yesterday.  When I woke yesterday morning I felt like I had been rabbit punched in the ribs by Perry.  Then having gone to bed last night, I saw every hour on the hour until around 6 am.  I now know all about the life and times of Tina Turner, and Burt Lancaster, how to upset Trevor Eve in Waking the Dead and numerous other interestingly boring dates, times events and occurrences, lets hope tonight is a better night.

I spent a pleasant hour or so in the company of three lovely gentlemen today, who kept me entertained and amused.  Lunch consisted of a fruit scone, which once again did not live up to my expectations.  I wonder if I just have high expectations.  Next time I think I will just still to the diet coke, or coffee.

Yesterday I managed to sell a fridge freezer, fit in a lunch date in Aberdeen after a spot of shopping, and a late afternoon fly cup at the Old Bags, and I even managed to get two coffees out of her, before being sent on my way with a box of her newly grown green chillies.  I can't decide whether I should shred them into my Milky coffees, or spread them on my peanuts.  Maybe I will just keep them till Garry gets home and force him to eat them whole for the abuse I got this morning.

If any of you have ever seen Garry eat anything spicy you will know how funny it is.  He claims to be able to eat hot food, but does nothing but complain when he does.  We were in an Indian in Glasgow once and he told the waitress whilst holding his head in his hands,  'I have been to Indian where this comes from, and it's not this hot'.  Even the guys on the table opposite were laughing.  In all fairness he is able to get higher than a Korma these days, but I still pile in the heat just for the fun of it.  I'm not Indian, I don't know how to cook madras heat, or vindaloo heat, I just cook hot. I like it.....

Israel is still wet today, I'm not liking that idea very much, maybe those wellies weren't such a bad idea after all. I must remember and pack my golf umbrella...

Went and saw our lovely neighbour today, who now has it in her head that it's her fault all the people that move into this house move out again, I told her it was her wild pensioner raves that did it.  Oh and the fact that she never shovels her own snow lol, I'm still preying we don't get snow before we leave.  At least if we do Garry will be able to help with the shoveling, especially as the last two years he has missed it all.  Last year was ridiculous I have never seen so much horrible, white, miserable, cold, deep snow.  Are you getting the idea 'I HATE SNOW' I don't care if I never see another snow flake, ever again.  I was even having to knock off the icicles from my conservatory roof for fear of the spouts coming down, or a stray icicle impaling me as I walked past.  I did the neighbours whilst her child was away, because the drips were pooling under her roof onto the path, which made it treacherous to walk on. Mind you it put paid the the pensioners raves for a while, we had a peaceful December.....it was especially peaceful as I had given up drinking since succumbing to the hangover from hell on the 4th December, that hangover lasted two days and I've never been right with drink since.  I feel like such a failure, I don't know if I could face my Mother now........

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