I'm short, yappy and..... oh, what was that bright shiny thing that just flew past?
Monday, August 08, 2011
Please pass me the sofa and a blankie.
In the last three weeks I have; flown over four thousand kilometres, driven about two thousand two hundred kilometres, drunk my body weight in Tattinger, been to hospital (the last two weren't related), been a ghost (a tan blanket ghost), been stranded by snow for three days and had my arrival at my uncle and aunt's announced by my cousin's husband with the words, 'I thought I could smell troll!'
Which could explain why I have a sneaking suspicion that Mr I.N. Fluenza may have just purchased some real estate in my body.
But I'm just holding out that his finance will fall through.