Builders and bailiffs for them not me, finding stud fees again not for me or indeed my husband but for the dog, my mother being here and then me being there tomorrow, finding polling cards and then of course losing them necessitating a huge hunt involving builders, postman and my mother.
Small green bugs and small green children courtesy of the fact that I promised to paint their army camp then promptly forgot so they did it themselves.
And me landing up down in the village shop and not knowing why, this then meant I walked home again empty handed only to remember what I wanted three quarters of the way back so I turned round and just as I got to the shop the heavens opened but I still needed to get home again but as I ran through the rain I relaised that I couldn’t remember why so stopped off at a friend’s only to remember when I finally did get back that I had left the pan on the stove – let’s just say I didn’t have pasta for lunch.
Heaven help me when making the big decision tomorrow!
Don't forget to vote now!!!
